Текст песни Slug - Fashion Magazine
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[Slug]She flips through the pages of her fashion magazineTt pulls her out of her reality for a moment,We all need our moments,She forgets for a couple of seconds about the hopeless Situation as the plane seems to take all of her focusRiding that afternoon plane from Dallas back to MinneapolisTwo and half hours, shes out thereReading some column of spit verses swallowEverything reminds you of him and its not fairHow could she fall on her face for some man child,Maybe it`s his voice, or maybe it`s his damn smileMaybe its the whole package, from the kiss to the matressTo the sarcastic jokes to the social status,Maybe it`s none of the aboveMaybe she only needed somebody genuine to show her loveIt was all about the right place at the right timeAnd even with the drama they find that he`s still always on her mindWell, none the less then two hours before she landsTo put her feet on the ground and take her man by the handAnd this time around when the laugh starts to stingShe just take a breath and dig into that fashion magazine