You know me I take nothing seriously I can see a laughing face in every willow tree But I'd rather be the queen at the guillotine In a bloody insurrection I would rather be king when the rooks take wing Than be losing your affection
Willow trees lose their leaves in the autumn breeze Then there's these trees that stay green for centuries
I would rather rub the hair of a bear in a lair In the opposite direction I would rather put the make on a rattlesnake Than be losing your affection I would rather be the frog speaking Tagalog As they start the vivisection I would rather be the dog food in front of the dog Than be losing your affectionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
