Letras
The grass grows green
In the summer time and the airs so hot
The paint comes off the walls
But don't get mean
When I come drunk baby at least
I'll come home when you call
Lighting strikes
In a blink of your eyes and you can call it chance
But I'll call it a work of art
Sleepless nights
With your new born baby or something like that
Can give you a brand new heart
So when the rent goes up
In recession time and a dollar bill
Feels like a long list friend
Honey don't give up
Only just quite yet cause you know
Sooner or later it's all gonna end