Youngblood Youngblood Youngblood She's my little youngblood Youngblood Youngblood Youngblood Punch-drunken youngblood
She's a loner Not a stoner Bleeding heart And the soul of Miss Teresa Supernova Cherry Cola She's the cedar in the trees in Minnesota Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm a rough boy 'round the edges Getting drunk, and fallin' in the hedges She's my weakness, fucking genius Swear to god and I'm not even superstitious
Youngblood Youngblood Youngblood She's my little youngblood Youngblood Youngblood Youngblood Punch-drunken youngblood
I want to hold you like a gun We'll shoot the moon into the sun Alright, alright
Are you stranded? Like I'm stranded Do you want to watch the world fall to pieces? Are you broken? Like I'm broken Are you restless? She said: "Fuck you, I'm from Oakland!"
Youngblood Youngblood Youngblood She's my little youngblood Youngblood Youngblood Youngblood Punch-drunken youngbloodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
