I run the God damned pretzel store at Buckingham Mall Here on the east wing's second floor Im belle of the ball But at night I could swear that Im someone else Someone who's better
Why does no one come here to save me? Why won't anybody stay? Cause I've got it in my head that maybe you could be her
Six hundred dollars, seven days, and I drink all I make While people with great big fat BAs, they move and they shake I can't dress me up, I can't take me out I can't do nothing
Why does no one come here to save me? Why won't anybody stay? Cause I've got it in my head that maybe you could be her
You don't come by no more You never wear that sweater I like You don't say nothing that makes me think Ill ever get out of here
It's six in the morning, I'm awake, and it's nobody's fault I knot them up tightly, watch them bake, and rub in the salt Somewhere there's a hell that was meant for me I think I found it
Why does no one come here to save me? Why won't anybody stay? Cause I've got it in my head that maybe you could be herTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
