CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Life In A Box
It seems to be cold in here, inside the empty head of
you. The end of you. When you speak, your pink, pink pout
spouts out poison, and without a doubt, they believe in
you. Idiot, well I know, yes I know, what this is about.
I have most definitely figured you out. Behind your vile
smile, here is more teeth than I can count and a pair of
horns to go with your lying grin.
you. The end of you. When you speak, your pink, pink pout
spouts out poison, and without a doubt, they believe in
you. Idiot, well I know, yes I know, what this is about.
I have most definitely figured you out. Behind your vile
smile, here is more teeth than I can count and a pair of
horns to go with your lying grin.
