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Artiste:
Griff
Titre:
Last Night's Mascara
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Last night's mascara's such a pretty thing It covers my eyes, I'm a beauty queen Running down my face, listening to "Orinoco Flow" Yeah, last night's mascara's such a wonderful thing It's as dark as my heart, yet it's sparkling And it stayed with me sitting on the back of the last train home Mm, would you look at me now? Yeah Wake up in the morning, oh, would you look at me now? I'm rubbing it off like it's a memory of you Oh, look at me now Oh, would you look at me now? Wake up in the morning, oh, would you look at me now? I'm rubbing it off like it's a memory of you Oh, would you look at me now? Yeah, last night's mascara's such a pretty thing It covers my eyes, I'm a beauty queen Running down my face, listening to "Orinoco Flow" Oh, oh, and Sunday morning, got me looking crazy I'm on my knees at the altar, baby Asking God to wash you from my soul, oh, oh Oh, would you look at me now? (Oh) Wake up in the morning, oh, would you look at me now? I'm rubbing it off like it's a memory of you Oh, look at me now Oh, would you look at me now? Wake up in the morning, oh, would you look at me now? (Oh, would you look at me now?) I'm rubbing it off like it's a memory of you Oh, would you look at me now? (Would you look at me, would you look at me?) Oh, oh, and Sunday morning, got me looking crazy I'm on my knees at the altar, baby Asking God to wash you from my soul, oh, oh Oh, oh, and Sunday morning, got me looking crazy I'm on my knees at the altar, baby Asking God to wash you from my soul, oh, oh Mm, would you look at me now? Wake up in the morning, oh, would you look at me now? I'm rubbing it off like it's a memory of you Oh, look at me now I'm rubbing it off like it's a memory of you Look at me now