Now people always come around But they don't always stick around I run a comb across my head I wish my hair would settle down The clock I see is running slow The batteries are running low I run a comb across my head And it feels the same like it did before You're just another first footer across my door And little less care (hair?) than I had last year But it doesn't worry me because I I have no fear Here
The car I see is painted black I'm steering (staring) at the driver's back He runs a comb across his head And it feels the same like it did before You're just another fresh fare across his door And little less care than he had last year But it doesn't worry him because he He has no fear Here, here
Now people always come around But they don't always stick around They run a comb across your head I wish my hair would settle down The clock I see is running slow We've only got three years to go We run our combs across our heads And it feels the same like it did before You're just another first footer across the door And little less care than we took last year But it doesn't worry us because we We have no fear Here Have we We have no fear Have we We have no fearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
