I had a fever to empty your closet I didn't think it would be that hard You get to do what you want now Though we'll always have to do it apart
I'm gonna scream 100 000 words Now that your fever is long gone Your wishes I couldn't tell, see I don't hear you talking but pretending
Ain't that enough courtesy laughs
I read my future in a fortune cookie Without any safety procedure in mind All of your things in the main hall You told me to get rid of them, so
Sold an ugly necklace uptown I found out it was egyptian I tied up your letters Burried them all with delectation
Ain't that enough courtesy laughs
I hate that kind of wrong affection I ain't ready to talk at all It's all lies, misunderstandings I'm all alone in the main hall
I'm gonna read every novel you read I'm gonna learn what's egyptian Pretend not to talk too much too Sacrifice all of my agenda
I had a fever to empty your closet I didn't think it would be that hard You get to do what you want now Though we'll always have to do it apart
I hate that kind of wrong affection I ain't ready to talk at all It's all lies, misunderstandings I'm all alone in the main hall
Compositores: Christian Mazzalai (Chris Christobaldson) (SACEM), Frederic Jean Joseph Moulin (Phoenix) (SACEM), Laurent Mazzalai (Phoenix) (SACEM), Thomas Pablo Croquet (Phoenix) (SACEM)Editor: Ghettoblaster (SACEM)Publicado em 2006 e lançado em 2013 (27/Nov)ECAD verificado obra #4762754 e fonograma #6132802 em 08/Mai/2024