Print

The cut great mindwalking through the dirty streets Of Paris in the hot August heat Sun melts in the fake Smile away Just looking for a place to stay The actress gave up all her old dreams And traded up, now she is a queen Royal families dont have time for that shit Your crystall ball you keep it hid The tractor trailer driver radios Help me someone I'm out here on my own Truck drives from the black, night away Praying for the light of day The kid in the mall works a hot dog on a stick His head is a funny shape, his heart is a brick Taking your order he willlook away He doesn't have a thing to say But me I'm feeling pretty good as of now I'm not so sure when I got here and how Sun melt in the fake Smile away I think you know i'll be ok From Letras Mania