Текст песни SEVEN MARY THREE - Lame
SEVEN MARY THREE - Lame слова песни
Текст песни SEVEN MARY THREE - Lame
There's a tall, a mulatto, boy I knowAnd he comes to every party... he stands aloneViewing them the rest, the corner of his glanceIt gets so clear, he's not judging... anyoneThe way his arms float around his cage, he's cagedCanary sings, silently brings, his voice to rageThe way they stop and stare, the way they turn their heads( )It's enough to make him want to run awayBut he stays he stands his groundAnd I'm...I'm so... damn lameThe way I condescend without ever knowing his nameHe keeps it in a box, hangs it from his earLooks at everyone wihtout the slightest fearIt's making me... so ashamedSlender body, slip through his glanceI don't give it a single chanceThe way he's rocking back and forthMakes a buzzing in my earConstantly reminding me that I never stop to hearHim say hello, helloAnd I'm...I'm so... damn lame