- Жанр
- Поп-панк
- Лицензия
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- Альбом
- EP «Pursuit of Glory», 2011
- Студия
- Vip’s Records
- Текст
- Passion on Hells
Your body tells him Yes!
And little visible breast
You are wearing black tights,
And change guys every day.
Came home too late and
Drunk with some crazy punk.
And sang songs all night
Don't you wanna to make it right?
If only mother knew
What her daughter was doing,
She'd say: to wash your make up
Off and break up with the passion on heels.
You’re tired of parents care
And all time you swear,
That you will dare stop
Living like a crap.
Came home too late and
Drunk with some crazy punk.
And sang songs all night
Don't you wanna to make it right?
If only mother knew
What her daughter was doing,
She'd say: to wash your make up
Off and break up with the passion on heels.
What, What happened to you
It doesn’t suit you
Nobody needed, nothing to worried
Even a new guy’s boring.
Don't you wanna to make it right?
If only mother knew
What her daughter was doing,
She'd say: to wash your make up
Off and break up with the passion on heels.