Dylan Turner
They Don't Even Know
The beaches of Florida never looked so pretty
But I'm trying not to think about the mess I'm getting in
We'll sit by the riverside and point out our flaws
I'm not quick to judge, but I am The Law
As they call in the press they'll sing, They don't even know
I dried up the village that grew the plantains
There's nothing else to do with Lanteigne on your brain
I've been praying for easy lies
Tiny fixations take up my time
Skipping, holding hands
I'll hold your hand if you promise to call me your man
From Letras Mania