You said boy stop running to the devil baby you know it's a trap Yeah you're a fighter jet waiting for the dogs dogs to attack I'm sorry, girl, if I'm not the model man that you wanted I admit But you should learn right now I can drive drive like the wind
'Cause I'm a, yeah I'm a kid Yeah I'm a kid Kid Yeah I'm a kid
You said girl stop playing there's reason why I'm never getting down But I'm a german I'm finding baby I'm the only king of the sound So you can chase me baby while I'm running through the desert in the wind But I can promise you honey that it's hard, hard to forget
'Cause I'm a, yeah I'm a kid Yeah I'm a kid Kid Yeah I'm a kid
And that was all you used to say I don't wanna die on a sunday And yeah I'm sorry if I was away And yeah there's nothing for me here lately And that was all you used to do Driving through hell in the summer You said I'm sorry as you walk away You said there's nothing for you here, baby And though nothing really matters, no You said there's Nothing for you here, baby And though nothing really matters, no
You said there's nothing for you here lately You said there's nothing for you here, baby
Compositores: Diva-sachy Anasthasia Jeffrey, Alexander Robert Headford ECAD: Obra #40048944 Fonograma #18230796