Текст песни Swingin` Utters - Glad
Swingin` Utters - Glad слова песни
Some sang their songslike flying on uppersso sweet and smugthat I lose my suppersome mumble psalmsof solace and virtuehang by their palmsand choke on the cud they chewI`m glad we metSo sad you leftSometimes the sweetest things turn sourLove songs are cheapand only get cheaperThey prey on the meekWho only get MeekerCliches sung by starsLooks so good on paperEach bar fed to youA communion waferI`m glad we met(so glad)So sad you leftSometimes the sweetest things turn sourDon`t even think of being averageCuz you`re so much more to me than edequateI`m hanging on to every word you speakI`ll burn the torch until you come to meI`m glad we met(so glad)So sad you leftSometimes the sweetest things turn sourThe time we spent(so glad)Was heaven sentOpened my eyes and stole my hoursglad we met 8x