Coming up in the radio silence, happened to hear How you’ve done nothing this year But the same old boyfriend
At the ball game, look at that tall thing up and then down What a heavenly sound As you cuss him out
Keep it up as if I would ever have a place for you Kickin' round in my room Hold my hand as if I would ever let you be my man Catch on up if you can Leave you beaming with every second just a walk away Fuckin' up a Thursday Fuckin' up a Thursday
When I was looking at you I never saw another thing that I could need Pictured all the fakes I’d have to be Heavens up and go
When I was looking at you one morning I was on the fence to make a run Fixed on all the things that made you fun That’ve now grown old
Evened up before selling it While away I’m too shackled up for to say I’m a damn fool
Keep it up as if I would ever have a place for you Kickin' round in my room Hold my hand as if I would ever let you be my man Catch on up if you can Leave you beaming with every second just a walk away Fuckin' up a Thursday Fuckin' up a ThursdayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
