Texty

Her mother's mother and her mom Never had much fun Took the blood like down in silence Sit their shame inside their part She's got the toning in her hear She needs no blessing, no respect You come by her favorite??? But you can't give all what you'll get Huhu... She's a loveless lad Huhu... She's a loveless lad She will not make you babies She will make the president Her mother's mother and her sisters What they say was of no interest The whole wars hurt like listeners You better care for what you ask She was born to be in passion Her mother's mother of that way Hold it back your barricade And if you will break like sugar glass You will break like sugar glass She's a loveless lad Ahaha... She's a loveless lad She will not be miracle man She will not be a medicine She cannot share her big name She will make the president
Writer(s): Emilie Welti Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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