Paroles de Barbados
Do I operate on my own brainTake every section out and rearrange
And I wish I could be as lovely as she
But you told us we were never meant to be
She’s got herself a college degree
And I’ve got problems which are plain to see
Cause I’ve been driving through the red light
Watching as she holds you so tight
Will I ever say I’m alright?
Cause maybe I’m a wreck and a mess
So tell me if I’m wrong but I guess
Dying hurts just a little less
Just a little less
She is so self-controlled
Her family are so well off they’ve got a second home in Barbados
Don’t invite me to your wedding day, because I’ve had ours planned out since the first date
She’s got herself a college degree
And I’ve got problems which are plain to see
And I’ve got problems
And I’ve got problems
So tell me if I’m wrong but I guess
Dying hurts just a little less
Just a little less
And I’ve got problems
And I’ve got problems
And I’ve got problems
And I’ve got problems
Will I ever say I’m alright?
Cause I’ve been driving through the red light
Watching as she holds you so tight
Will I ever say I’m alright?
Cause maybe I’m a wreck and a mess
So tell me if I’m wrong but I guess
Dying hurts just a little less
Just a little less
Cause I’ve been driving through the red light
Watching as she holds you so tight
Will I ever say I’m alright?
Cause maybe I’m a wreck and a mess
So tell me if I’m wrong but I guess
Dying hurts just a little less
Just a little less
She is so self-controlled
Her family are so well off they’ve got a second home in Barbados
Don’t invite me to your wedding day, because I’ve had ours planned out since the first date
She’s got herself a college degree
And I’ve got problems which are plain to see
And I’ve got problems
And I’ve got problems
So tell me if I’m wrong but I guess
Dying hurts just a little less
Just a little less
And I’ve got problems
And I’ve got problems
And I’ve got problems
And I’ve got problems
Will I ever say I’m alright?
Cause I’ve been driving through the red light
Watching as she holds you so tight
Will I ever say I’m alright?
Cause maybe I’m a wreck and a mess
So tell me if I’m wrong but I guess
Dying hurts just a little less
Just a little less
