3 DAB’s and a Chang
The way it goes won't make much sense
And nothing will be just within this
Now put yourself in my shoes
Get your head out of that noose
Complaining, she bellowed and made loud sounds
She climbs up there towards the clouds
Maybe you don't have it in you
Maybe you don't have it in you
Why don't you dress your age?
It looks so contrived, yeah
The world you left behind is so far removed
From where you're residing now on the backseat
I hate the shade of pink
It pushes mе to the brink of a migraine
I hate thе shade of pink
It pushes me to the brink of a migraine
Migraine
Who would've thought that
She'd turn out like that
Who would've thought that
She'd turn out like that
She's always such a nice girl
Why her?
Take me for a ride
Take me for a ride
Take me for a ride
Take me for a ride
Take
Why don't you dress your age, time to grow up
Watch what happens when you try to be young
Why don't you dress your age, time to grow up
Watch what happens when you try to be young