Girls Singing - Mates of State
| Page format: |    |
Direct link:
BB code:
Embed:
Girls Singing Lyrics
Why does the rhythm get me every time?
It wouldn't if the girls all got along
And maybe I imagined that just like I imagine youWhere is the mirror? Get me to its face
So primitive and yet we all get it wrong
And what a very modern prince
Just like I imagine I know youOh my, my
Look what you've become It's the same for all of you
And then it catches up
And you notice what you're made ofOh my, my Look what you've become
It's the same for all of you
And then it catches up
And you notice what you're made of
Enjoy the lyrics !!!
More lyrics by Mates of State