Letras

Who's been playing games? Half an hour later Who has claim to fame Without a main decider Who would say Dire consequences Make him stay Dire consequences Minds work at stake Miscommunication Corset made with gapes Tied around her waistline You wouldn't say Dire consequences Make him say Dire consequences Half a dime and hour By the pick-up tree So form, he is devoured by A love that's so foreseen Been foreseen Oh I don't know anymore Who's to be sure? I would not be proclaimed to this Who knows? If the operator say's You've passed, you're past You wouldn't say Dire consequences Make him stay Dire Consequences Oh! You wouldn't say Dire Consequences Please make him stay Dire Consequences
Writer(s): Clea Shimoa Pratt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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