Songtexte:
Eighth Grade

, cut me deeper Feel the blood drip down your arm, darling I paint this picture on the back of my mind, But it's fading quickly like an eighth-grade

When every day will come just the way the Lord ordained it You can believe it--yeah Just like the eighth grade You can believe it--yeah Even the eighth grade

Übersetzung: Rice, Chris. Achten Klasse.

throat, cut me deeper Feel the blood drip down your arm, darling I paint this picture on the back of my mind, But it's fading quickly like an eighth-grade

Caught staring again, Like a deer in headlights. When I can't move fast enough, I take a hit for the team. Pretty girl is blushing, I can't tell if