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domingo, 13 de setembro de 2009

one foot boy - mika

What’s the matter with going places?
Take that gross look off your faces
Empty lovin’ makes me seasick
What you’re here for, I don’t need it


Sing nothing on your microphone
Tell you straight -take me home / dinner’s ready take me home
There’s a one foot boy, (eleven stone?)
Sittin on my shoulder
I’m too scared to look away,
Comes here almost everyday
And everyday I push him off
And tell him boy we’re over
MY OH MY
I think my mind is gone and left here
wondering why it’s crazy all alone
what do I do
Nothin’ left but pray
I’m a shoot somebody / Gonna shoot somebody
Help me drive this craziness away
I’m happy on my own

Don’t stay! Get lost in you/rescue me
One foot boy, one foot boy, one foot boy, one foot boy

Say you like me, not with changes
Shut up and forget it, these are my faces
All these colours, that surround me
All these places, only drown me

Sing nothing on your microphone
Tell you straight -take me home / dinner’s ready take me home
There’s a one foot boy, (eleven stone?)
Sittin on my shoulder
I’m too scared to look away,
Comes here almost everyday
And everyday I push him off
And tell him boy we’re over
MY OH MY
I think my mind is gone and left here
wondering why it’s crazy all alone
what do I do
Nothin’ left but pray
I’m a shoot somebody / Gonna shoot somebody
Help me drive this craziness away
I’m happy on my own

Don’t stay! Get lost in you/rescue me


What’s the matter with going places?
Take that gross look off your faces
Empty lovin’ makes me seasick
What you’re here for, I don’t need it

Don’t stay! Get lost in you/rescue me
One foot boy, one foot boy, one foot boy, one foot boy
I’m happy on my own, I’m happy on my own, I’m happy on my own…

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