Lyrics

Often I am upset That I cannot fall in love But I guess This avoids the stress of falling out of it Are you tired of me yet? I'm a little sick right now, but I swear When I'm ready I will fly us out of here Cut, cut hair Leave Cut my hair Cut, cut hair Strangely he feels at home in this But strangely he feels at home in this Often I am upset That I cannot fall in love But I guess This avoids the stress of falling out of it Are you, you tired of me yet? I'm a little sick right now, but I swear When I'm ready I will fly us out of here Cut, cut hair Leave Cut my hair Cut, cut my hair Strangely he feels at home in this But strangely he feels at home in this
Writer(s): Robin Skinner, Jules Vershueren Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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