by Ida Maria
Whiskey please, I need some whiskey please
So bring me consciousness ad kill my innocence
Please lay your eyes on me
Lead me in the dance
Give me no chance to remember
I'm the queen of the world
I bump into things
I spin around in circles
And I'm singing
Why can't I stay like this
Dear God
Let me be young
Let me stay please
Let me stay like this
Bring me home
I got no plans or tomorrow
Got no plans for tomorrow
Got no plans in sight
In fact I'm free this week
I'm free this month
Lonely this year
Lonely forever
But today, oh
No comments:
Post a Comment