Текст песни Bows - Girls Lips Glitter
Bows - Girls Lips Glitter слова песни
Us cool costs too much moneyAnd takes up all my timeBritish humour isnt funnyIm just trying to catch your eyeYouve no idea what your looks do to meIt doesnt even cross your mindYou dont look like the kind to say muchBut then Im the quiet typeWhen you rise up from the gutterYou can play your handIts not enough until youve sufferedNobody gives a damnWhen where youre at is all that mattersIts all a question of your styleA catwalk stalk that cures your stutterYoure not the shy typeNot much I wouldnt do for moneyCant seem to draw the lineBut this much lust tastes sweet as honeyAnd floors me every timeYouve no idea what your looks do to meIt doesnt even cross your mindThen again I think its funnyYou might be my type