It's two in the morning And I want to drink wine Listen to Kurt singing in the pines Couldn't be anymore hipster if I tried Father, Son and Holy Ghost Don't want to talk Baby, don't touch me I'm made of chalk Fine pink lace and faceless effigies
And it scares me to think that nobody Looks at me that way Looks at me that way
Now I feel like Kafka with a bad migraine Wake up tomorrow and my room's the same Want to pierce my nipples and go dancing in the rain No more cyanide kisses, I'm methylene blue I love everyone but especially you Want to go ahead and pack a picnic just for two
But it scares me to think that you, baby Don't look at me that way Don't look at me that wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
