Paroles de November
She's an oceanNo...she's a song
She's the lotion
I've been running through my hands
Just like a grape stem
Dripping on the vine
She's a doorknob
Take a turn
And go
He lives in autumn
With a leaf-drop
He wears his headphones
To drown out all the sound
Come November
He'll be dropping off his semen
And tired of being alone again
CHORUS
Scarecrows and cornfields are wasting away
Like a snowman basking in the sun
Be sure to send a postcard if the seasons change
Cause my own decreation gets me by
They've only met three times
And each time it's a gas Dumb
CHORUS
It gets me by
It gets me by
Goodbye
Take a turn
And go
He lives in autumn
With a leaf-drop
He wears his headphones
To drown out all the sound
Come November
He'll be dropping off his semen
And tired of being alone again
CHORUS
Scarecrows and cornfields are wasting away
Like a snowman basking in the sun
Be sure to send a postcard if the seasons change
Cause my own decreation gets me by
They've only met three times
And each time it's a gas Dumb
CHORUS
It gets me by
It gets me by
Goodbye
SMITH, BLAKE G/BAXTER, LES/WILLISON, MIKE /
© EMI Music Publishing, MICHAEL H GOLDSEN INC
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