Paroles de Walking Disasters
The Wombats
She used to get her kicks from a fall to the floor
But now she's always wasted, a total looker but she's jaded
The kinda shivering wreck that I adore
I can't offer you a rescue but I can tell you what I do
I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly
And tell my father that I need him back again
And if these words won't drop from your lips
I will be your Freudian slip
And flowers might wilt when we walk past
And self help might help when it makes us laugh
Only finding questions in answers
You and I are just walking disasters
You and I are just walking disasters
You and I are just walking disasters
She only finds her love in a downtown store.
Consumption makes her stronger
You're the sweetest anaconda
The kinda lack of respect that I adore
I can't offer you a rescue
When you've lost all you have left to loose
I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly
And tell my father that I need him back again
And if these words won't drop from your lips
I will be your Freudian slip
As sharp as a knife and as blunt as a wheel
You be my calm I'll be your pneumatic drill
And what we'll never want we'll always need
Right now we need some pop psychology
To keep us upbeat
So tell your mother that you love her dearly
And tell you're father you wont lock him out again
And if these words won't drop from your lips
I will be your Freudian slip
And flowers might wilt when we walk past
And self help might help when it makes us laugh
Only finding questions in answers
You and I are just walking disasters
You and I are just walking disasters
You and I are just walking disasters
InterprèteThe Wombats
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