Imprimer - Paroles Mania

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah

Chase my thoughts around Chicago
Getting choked up at a wedding with people I don’t know
I met you and I fell quick
Pissing on a plastic stick in a public bathroom after we
Got too drunk on Halloween

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

You were smoking out the window
'Til you fell asleep to the Simpsons
And I stayed up waiting for psychic visions
I met you and I cracked up
Laughing with my paper cup of water
Now my father’s dead and I started drinking again
I started drinking again (Hey!)

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Before I cum, I’m not faking it
It’s just my lungs get a little tight
And if I run, it’s not away from you
I’m just the kind of girl who moves to feel alive
I’m just the kind of girl who moves to feel alive
I’m just the kind of girl who moves to feel alive
I’m just the kind of girl who moves to feel alive

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

I met you and I fеll hard
Kissing right beside your car on the L.A. rivеr
It was mid July but we both shivered

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