Songtexte

I was having lunch with you in a vinyl booth when I was 22 When I was 24, people told me what to do, I don't need it anymore And you call me your one time villain You call, but it pains just a little I'm a bird in a branch, write a song and I will sing it Just a fly on the wall around, but never needed Your fingers brushing through my wings Could have been an easy thing, mm-mm You call me your one time villain You call, but you withhold a little Withhold a little You call me your one time villain You call me your one time villain You call, but you withhold a little You withhold a little
Writer(s): Oliver David Hill, Maia Friedman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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