Sides Apart

I´ve got my wine get the fuck out of my way
I´m out of step but it doesn´t mean that I´m not doin´ great
I got a party at the home in the hills
Inked arm, a hat to match
You threw your web but you can´t tame me

I´ve got my own tools n´deals
You better learn how to walk on high heels
To sit your ass on an office chair thoughts about me
Slippery fingers down there

Your fake smile for me
Your bleeding heart will stand
Nothing around you makes any sense
But all about myself, I swear nothing is gonna change
The only thing to do, is take my own chance

Well I met Mary at the boulevard of sins
Another girl who showed me a place , I´ve never seen
Such a good place, it´s the best I can do
I ain´t going´down, I´m not jaded in my room

The nasty girl tells you what to do
Her cheap perfume seems to be screamin´at you
You weren´t complaining about your task to go down on me
Pretending to find something eles you wanna be

My own world runs… fly… aloud it flows without your cryin´
So now I dare younow ask me why
It´s cause you wreck me just before you lie
Came back to know who´s wrong or right with your both sides apart

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Composição: Rick Kilcher / Rod Wisache · Esse não é o compositor? Nos avise.
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