Lirik Lagu Bank Of Boston Beauty Queen - The Dresden Dolls
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ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
I've tried dolls that were Guaranteed sixteen or underNone were very excitingSorta like a laugh track or whacking offThey’ll get you offBut it’s just not the real thingIt's been decades since my pity daysBut I havent shaken it - I sit there like an idiotStill caught up in the old punk protocolAnd dreaming that the teenagersWill think that I’m a radical
And I still wait for the bus to comeWhere high school got torn downStill expecting to find true loveAmong the skateboarders hanging outIn the back of the bank in my hometown
All this talk and no action's got me stiffFrom the tit to the boneSo I'm living in lala land - but at least I'm not living at homeSame old catcallSame old chemicalsSame old thrills stealing Stockings from the shopping mallIt's simple enough to grow the fuck up happy with the rough cutNobody's in the market for a diamond in the rough but
I still wait for my mom to comeAnd pick me up at holly’s house10 years after they cashed it inTo make a multi-level parking lotFor a seven-eleven and burger king
I've got cryptographsI've got all the phones tappedI've got proof enough it is indisputableLove’s not good enoughI want pies and graphsSomething that will teach me my arithmetic at last..
Better rope the folks in - I'm on the loose againAnd getting more ridiculousThe more I think I ought to get my mind out of the gutter(It’s getting dangerous, Amanda, god - you’re old enough to be his fucking...)My own private highway from the cradle to the graveI save a bundle skipping middle age and saturdays
And I still wait for the cops to comeWhere the station since bunred downStill convinced that they’ll pick me upFor all the sins I committed in the back of the banged-up pickup truck
I've got autographs, backstage passes and leather jacket back patches up the...Ask me anythingI've got evidenceSingle serving saccharine packetsDripping black with lipstick kisses
I still wait for the bus to come Back where the high school got torn downStill expecting to find true love Among the sakteboarders hanging outIn the back of the bank in my hometown
I'm no pederastIt was nice to askThank you,But I'm capable of getting up and getting dressedLove’s not good enoughI want photographsSomething that will stand the test of...Time and time againI think I'll head downtown againOh godI’m thirtyNo, I’m tenI’m seventeenAnd a bank of boston beauty queen....
And I still wait for the bus to comeWhere high school got torn downStill expecting to find true loveAmong the skateboarders hanging outIn the back of the bank in my hometown
All this talk and no action's got me stiffFrom the tit to the boneSo I'm living in lala land - but at least I'm not living at homeSame old catcallSame old chemicalsSame old thrills stealing Stockings from the shopping mallIt's simple enough to grow the fuck up happy with the rough cutNobody's in the market for a diamond in the rough but
I still wait for my mom to comeAnd pick me up at holly’s house10 years after they cashed it inTo make a multi-level parking lotFor a seven-eleven and burger king
I've got cryptographsI've got all the phones tappedI've got proof enough it is indisputableLove’s not good enoughI want pies and graphsSomething that will teach me my arithmetic at last..
Better rope the folks in - I'm on the loose againAnd getting more ridiculousThe more I think I ought to get my mind out of the gutter(It’s getting dangerous, Amanda, god - you’re old enough to be his fucking...)My own private highway from the cradle to the graveI save a bundle skipping middle age and saturdays
And I still wait for the cops to comeWhere the station since bunred downStill convinced that they’ll pick me upFor all the sins I committed in the back of the banged-up pickup truck
I've got autographs, backstage passes and leather jacket back patches up the...Ask me anythingI've got evidenceSingle serving saccharine packetsDripping black with lipstick kisses
I still wait for the bus to come Back where the high school got torn downStill expecting to find true love Among the sakteboarders hanging outIn the back of the bank in my hometown
I'm no pederastIt was nice to askThank you,But I'm capable of getting up and getting dressedLove’s not good enoughI want photographsSomething that will stand the test of...Time and time againI think I'll head downtown againOh godI’m thirtyNo, I’m tenI’m seventeenAnd a bank of boston beauty queen....
