you hold my hand, but she bites my lips
i wear your sweater, for her i unzip
you write me love letters, but she gets pink slips
—
i always want what i can't have
i guess we have that in common
i'm always looking for the greener grass
and she's the daisy in my garden
pink slips - jean doe !!
you hold my hand, but she bites my lips
i wear your sweater, for her i unzip
you write me love letters, but she gets pink slips
—
i always want what i can't have
i guess we have that in common
i'm always looking for the greener grass
and she's the daisy in my garden