CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Tribe

Find me in the nicotine line
New suit no boots 'cause I read it before
The sign hanging there on the door

Shame me for the seventeenth time
I cried, can't decide who needed you more
Think I'll wait to see what's in store

'Cause we are falling out of love
You finally call on a Saturday night
Does it feel right
Or should I find my tribe again?

We are running out of hugs
You finally call on a Saturday night
It doesn't feel right
Guess I should find my tribe again, alright

Make time with the tip of your tongue
I sung you the song that you wanted to hеar
You said it was the song of the year

I pay for your crimе; well just look what you've done
Spilled milk on the silk from the chandelier
Better hope it doesn't end in tears