You've been throwing rocks, throwing rocks at my window Like you're John Cusack holding up a stereo Indie boy stylin' that always makes the girls go You don't mind that I never shut up You don't mind when I can't make my mind up You don't mind that my sleep cycle's all fucked
Been waitin', waitin', waitin' for your call Feelin', feelin', feelin' like your doll Meet me at the mall
I confess I got a little crush I confess I got a little crush (Shit, didn't think it'd happen so quick) I confess I got a little crush (Shit got me feeling like I'm car sick) I confess I got a little crush on you
Dreamin' up, bedroom pop in the club Everywhere I go, I feel like a scrub But with you, that's enough I don't mind that your legs are likе cigarettes I don't mind you don't pay for your internеt I don't mind when you say that we're just friends
Been waitin', waitin', waitin' for your call Feelin', feelin', feelin' like your doll Meet me at the mall
I confess I got a little crush (Shit, didn't think it'd happen so quick) I confess I got a little crush (Shit, didn't think it'd happen so quick) I confess I got a little crush (Shit got me feeling like I'm car sick) I confess I got a little crush on you
I confess I... Crush on you...
Been loving on you since we wore the same size shoe In High Fidelity, we're stuck between the grooves Now that we're on the bridge, watching you roll a spliff You be my Robert Smith, and cure me like you do
Been waitin', waitin', waitin' for your call (*Ringing* Hello?, *Ringing* Hello?) Been waitin', waitin', waitin' for your call (Oh, call me back, I guess) Been waitin', been waitin' for your call...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
