ellie goulding
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There's Something About Us Under The Sheets
- Продолжительность:
- 03:48
- Формат:
- mp3
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- 8,70 МБ
- Качество:
- 320 kbit/sec
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Текст песни "ellie goulding — There's Something About Us Under The Sheets"
Under The Sheets
Like all the boys before, like all the boys, boys, boys
You left your blood stain on the floor
You set your sights on him
You left a hand print on the door,
Like all the boys before, like all the boys before (boys boys boys boys)
This is our luck, baby, running out
Her clothes were never off
We still have hours to run about
To scale the map, scale the map, to get us back on track
I’ve seen you in a fight you lost, Ive seen you in a fii-ii-ii-ii-ght
(chorus)We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me
In our house made of paper, your words all over me
We’re under the sheets and you’re killin’ me
Like all the boys before, like all the boys, boys, boys
In here the world wont bring us down
Our plan is golden
Out there a lonely girl could drown
In here were frozen
Where did the people go?
My hands are empty
You’re not the answer I should know
Like all the boys before, like all the boys before
(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,)
(chorus)
We’re in a mess baby, were in a mess babe
Your more is less babe
We’re in a mess baby, were in a mess babe
Your more is less babe
(chorus) We’re under the sheets and you’re killin me
In our house made of paper, and you’re words all over me
We’re under the sheets and your killin’ me
(Ive seen you in a fight you lost)
Like all the boys before, like all the boys before
We’re under the sheets and your killing me
Our house full of paper and you’re words all over me
We’re under the sheets and youre killing me
(oh you’re killin me, your killin me!!)
We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me
In our house made of paper, your words all over me
We’re under the sheets and you’re killin me
(killin me, killin me, killin me)
Killin me, killin me, killin me
