Lydia Ainsworth
Cake
I don't care where you've been
You know I pay no mind to your sins
But if you're not home by ten
Put all your money on a van
You can hit the road again
Mmm, I got no time left for your gambling
Mmm, you broke my phone to pieces
With your incessant rambling
You say I'll be back in touch with you around the bend
Boy, best believe you won't be touching me ever again
(You) You cut me, cut me, cut me, cut me good
(You) What can I, can I, can or can't I do?
(You) I'll fly away on the wings of doves
Over valleys of snow and ice (You)
To heal my heart
From the first cut of cake
To the time silence makes
You forever my sweet mistake
On wings of doves flies my heartache
From Letras Mania