You're so pretty and I'm so lame You're ever changing, I stay the same You give good sermon, I say bad grace My food for the soul it leaves a bad taste
You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell Never left my head, I've no story to tell You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell Never left my head, I've no story to tell
I was doing fine when I was breastfed Blame it on the milkman on my deathbed I was doing swell when I was breastfed Pasteurise, homogenise, he said
You've got convictions, I've got fence-arse I'm nowhere near the cliff but I can see the drop I'm all sound and fury, I'm smoke without fire I see your watermark when I hold you to the light
You're so pretty, I'm so lame Cleanliness is closer to godliness they say well now what does that mean? If you can be God, well I can be clean
I was doing fine when I was breastfed Blame it on the milkman on my deathbed I was doing swell when I was breastfed Pateurise, homogenise, he saidTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
