Letra da música
I'm still young, but you broke into my heart without asking.
Art is when there is no air in the lungs.
Blonde hair will fall on my shoulders, I will smolder in the arms of a senior.
Yeah, he's a little older, and I think I'm suffocating again.
The older you are, the more rating and experience you have. (have)
my inexperien, your children are so beautiful, and your ex-wife will not interfere with us.
My afterlife is gone, because I am...
I'm still young, but you broke into my heart without asking.
Art is when there is no air in the lungs.
Blonde hair will fall on my shoulders, I will smolder in the arms of a senior.
Hanson Sr., tell me, how long have you been living in a fairy tale?
I don't understand the scale of our problems, because I'm flying in the clouds.
The crowds are protesting against us, and I don't know yet...
But let's leave it for later