Paroles de Clara Bow
I didn't use you, but I wish I hadI never liked you, but I wish I did
But I wish I did
Whether it was soaking in your poppy tea
Or your southern hospitality
Your voice has a singsong quality
And bones were made to be broken
Bones were made to be broken
Yes, all right, I can
With sunburnt lips I can bitch
Yes, all right, I can
With sunburnt lips I can bitch
About another stupid summer (x4)
Paste eaters like this sad season
Strong women gripe and bite your heavy tongues
And bite your heavy tongues
And bones were made to be broken
Bones were made to be broken
Yes, all right, I can
With sunburnt lips I can bitch
Yes, all right, I can
With sunburnt lips I can bitch
About another stupid summer (x4)
Paste eaters like this sad season
Strong women gripe and bite your heavy tongues
And bite your heavy tongues
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