Tekstovi: Paris Texas. Cadillac Of High Hair.

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So I think you starved yourself to death and I think that I don't care.
It's the way you smoke a cigarette, well I just sit and stare all night,
At the way you always sit around, well someday you'll get your chance,
Do you think you've got just what it takes, In your 32 pants lets dance
Because every time I see your face it gets like I don't care,
Dance like a bong, explode, you wouldn't dare.
I just think this kind of life, it's not made for me,
I don't think this world is my cup of tea.
So I think you starved yourself to death, and I think you'll get your chance.
Dead weight is what makes us shake, wear your pants let's dance,
Because every time I see your smile it gets like I don't care,
Dance like a bong, explode, you wouldn't dare,
I just think this kind of life, it's not made for me,
I don't think this world is my cup of tea.
All the times I tried to take too much,
Looking back I never got enough,
All the times I thought you never cared,
Were all the times I called you the Cadillac of high hair.
Every time I see your smile it gets like I don't care,
Dance like a bong, explode, you wouldn't dare,
I just think this kind of life, it's not made for me,
I don't think this world is my cup of tea.
Well I think you starved yourself to death
I go around.