- Жанр
- Поп-панк
- Лицензия
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- Альбом
- No Idea
- Текст
- Verse I.
Hide away this guts.
you're dressed to impress all of your stupid friends.
However..
They don't even mind, that you can give mouth, you still can sing out.
Chorus.
Hey, hey! you're sucker, baby. ooh-oh ooh-oh
I set you aside.
Wait!For how long would you wait? Steal some air. stow away.
I mean right now.
Verse II.
Tired of being a jest.
You guess, all you have is a little mess.
Whatever..
I just don't know why you are so glad since you have the last try.