Vista previa
If you're seeking repair,
For figure eights in the ice in your stare,
Seven stories we're climbing tonight,
So if you're angry about the fact that it's red,
I'll surrender,
I'll change it to white.
Sneaking looks at you sleeping around,
At you grass stained and drunk on the ground,
So we're taking you down with the scissor, paper, rock again
So we're taking you down with the scissor, paper, rock again
So we're taking you down with the scissor, paper, rock again
So we're taking you down with the scissor, paper, rock again