Well he's not necessarily trying to say that he minds it But someone plays evil tricks on that kid Well he's not necessarily trying to say god can'
Saturday morning and it's time to go One day these could be the days but who could have known Loading in the back of a pickup truck Riding with the
Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else Because the posters on the wall they don't look like him at all So he ties it up, he tucks it in
Sexy sexy made up of plexi disasters Pushing and pulling conservative rolling Unlike plastic, easier to see through Just like glass with no ring
A billion people died on the news tonight But not so many cried at the terrible sight Well mama said It's just make believe You can't believe everything