Letras
It doesn't look good to me
So I'm sleeping outside your room
I've been making plans
I've been saying my goodbyes
I've been shaking hands coming fresh from the beauty salon
I've been taking a chance
Take it back where it comes from
I've been making demands
Got my hand in the cookie jar
Were you born in a barn or just yesterday
Would losing be that bad. Would it be that terrible
Tie me up with yarn
Well, it's not inescapable
Hold me down with bricks or even a staple
Can you please get off my coast and coat
I would like to leave
This is why I hate credit cards
Little body mighty hand
I've got things to hide and nothing to offer
Maybe one good smile, but that can't buy you a governor
Where's the changing tide?
Where's the nail in the coffin?
Leave my brain outside
I am no longer a buffer