Paroles de She's Late
Don't tell me the date, I know it all too wellI believe the state I'm in is close to hell
I'm learning to pray, thinking deception
Maybe I'll just say âImmaculate conceptionâ
She's late she's late, my fear I can't hide
She's late she's late, will it be alright?
She's late she's late, is there something inside her tummy?
I wish I could I find this funny
Which way is reverse on this time machine?
Should of thought first, and used a magazine
I'm changing my life, no sex where I'm heading
I don't need a wife or a shotgun wedding
She's late she's late, is there something inside her tummy?
I wish I could I find this funny
Which way is reverse on this time machine?
Should of thought first, and used a magazine
I'm changing my life, no sex where I'm heading
I don't need a wife or a shotgun wedding
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