With the cops on your lips a holy routine If you'd stop all your trips you could see what mean I forgot not to 'bout you're under 18 You had it in your hands
Leave it up to me It's a known Keep it in your fleece worry about the customs police, don't I'll you just how good it can be, this lazy summer
you got no relief from the pain in your head And it's hollow and greased and it says that you're But make fun and tease and the things that you said They always stab your back And I've holding out for love ever since I had a heart