She, walking like a killer She, another night another pillow Nowhere places, nowhere faces, no one wants to see No education, it's the arse of the nation
Tears on a pillow Eyes on the phone You pour all the love that you keep it inside Into a song Like 'He's gone' These are the thoughts that you keep it
She's the face on the radio She's the body on the mornin' show And she's there shaking it out on the scene And she's the color of a magazine And she's
I wake up every day But I don't want it that way I take my thoughts to the round about 'Cause me and them we like to get out Oh, what you do in your
She'll come to her end Locked in a car somewhere With exhaust in her hair What's she called? I dunno She's fucking with a slip of a man While the engine
Käännös: Mokkanahka. Hän.
Käännös: Mokkanahka. Hän on poissa.
Käännös: Mokkanahka. Hän on Fashion.
Käännös: Mokkanahka. Hän on kuollut.
Käännös: Mokkanahka. Hän ei ole kuollut.
Tears on a pillow, eyes on the phone, you pour all the love that you keep inside into a song, Like "He's Gone", and these are the thoughts that you keep
She, walking like a killer, She, another night another pillow. Nowhere places, nowhere faces, no one wants to see, No education, it's the arse of the
She's the face on the radio, she's the body on the morning show, She's there shaking it out on the scene, She's the colour of a magazine And she's in
She'll come to her end locked in a car somewhere with exhaust in her hair What's she called? I dunno, she's fucking with a slip of a man while the engine
: She's the face on the radio, she's the body on the morning show, She's there shaking it out on the scene, She's the colour of a magazine And she
: Tears on a pillow, eyes on the phone, you pour all the love that you keep inside into a song, Like "He's Gone", and these are the thoughts that you
: She's the face on the radio, she's the body on the morning show, She's there shaking it out on the scene, She's the colour of a magazine And she's
