Paroles de Pretty Good Year
Tori Amos
Tears on the sleeve of a man
Dont wanna be a boy today
Heard the eternal footman
Bought himself a bike to race
And greg he writes letters and burns his cds
They say you were something in those formative years
Hold on to nothing as fast as you can
Well still pretty good year
Maybe a bright sandy beach
Is gonna bring you back
Maybe not so now youre off
Youre gonna see america
Well let me tell you something about america
Pretty good year
Some things are melting now
Well whats it gonna take till my babys alright
And greg he writes letters with his birthday pen
Somthimes hes aware that theyre drawing him in
Lucy was pretty your best friend agreed
Well still pretty good year
InterprèteTori Amos
LabelWMI
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