Paroles

Body so fit So full of spark With affirmations As your wall art You were driven Eyes on the prize A yoga routine Home exercise Now like the faded star In sunset boulevard I play the devoted butler Morning coffees by the bed While all hard fought endeavours Bring in diminished returns You're so cool, it's true You're my kind of girl Keep you 'til the end Find solace in the privilege to pursue Most people are crushed into servitude
Writer(s): Jonathan Owen Bree Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out