Hey I would really like to talk with you Girl Do you have the time to stop? Say All I wanna do is rock If this was any other day I'd turn and walk the
it all before When you're closing all the doors It's not funny anymore A funny thing to do Because the sky was blue You ran away for good 'Cause no
be framed in some Fine Art gallery I know you'd disagree with me But I love you anyways Should I climb high my dreary city walls They make me feel
Look at me I'm so disgusting I will never find another quite like you You make me blue with the things you do Now look at you you're so familiar We could
will we all give in Into that good feeling Now I got a good feelin' Like I know how I'm feelin' Scrapin' me off the ceiling Back to that good feeling
Traduzione: Travis. Good Feeling.
: I met a girl in L.A. The million dollar kind She was all for all or nothing She was open all the time But when I called her number Her mother's on
When you cry it's a good day 'Cause your head is a brick wall And your heart is a football And your eyes It's a good day to die To die To die To die
: Hey I would really like to talk with you Girl Do you have the time to stop Say All I wanna do is rock If this was any other day I'd turn and walk the
: Do it to me Do it to me Do it again Takin' me high Takin' me low Takin' ma friends Think I'm a fool Leavin' the school Bending them rules But do it
: Look at me I'm so disgusting I will never find another Quite like you You make me blue With the things you do Look at you you're so familiar We could
: It starts in the morning When you're lying next to me I'm rolling, I'm rolling I'm rolling so quickly Now I'm not a doctor And I'm not a lawyer I get
: More than us And we are them But they don't know What's in their hands It's more than you And it's more than I But it's more And everybody calls it
So much time But I can't stand anymore Without falling down And I'm getting used to the floor Forever falling And I got a kick out of you Now I'm falling down And I'm feeling
seen it all before When you're closing all the doors It's not funny anymore A funny thing to do Because the sky was blue You ran away for good 'Cause
be framed In some Fine Art gallery I know you'd disagree with me But I love you anyways And should I climb high my Dreary city walls They make me feel