I'm the product, of obsession. I'm an advertisement. I'm the mouth that, bites the hands that, feeds me diet pills and cocaine. Keep this little body running, from the men who call her honey. Would you carry me to bed, if I crashed on the couch? Would you care if I were dead? I think I should go home now. Do you really wanna know, why I won't pick up my telephone? Do you really wanna see, all the shit I say about myself? I don't know any better. I wanna play in your backyard. I wanna kiss on your front porch step, but I am far from being young. Living only to forget.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
