I was shaking with laugther scared the bratty children did I destroy the ambience I'm sure for that hoity-toity patron
it wasn't pretty when I looked into the face oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos what's the, what's the, who's the prick
we was hidden in the potted plants I know and we was no obnoxious but I could see, there in the sun room the growing storm of disapproval
it wasn't pretty when I looked into the face oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos what's the, what's the, who's the prick
I ain't supposed to laugh can't let your children see that I ain't supposed to wonder what's the, who's the prick what's the, who's the prick what's the, who's the prick what's the, what's the, who's the prickTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
