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Минусовка «Alizee – I`m Fed Up».

Исполнитель	Alizee
Название	I`m Fed Up Найти похожие треки
Свойства файла	04:16, 9,75 Мб. Частота записи: 44 kHz. Битрейт: 320 kbps.
Тип записи	мастер
Дата добавления	5 Августа 2013 г.
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Текст песни «Alizee – I`m Fed Up»

Bubbles and water Legs up for hours My goldfish is under me To bathe for hours Makes my mouth water I’m foamely ecstatic It’s not a problem I lazy ‘round Bubbly and stubborn I lazy 'round Melon and water Is just a dream It makes me wonder Is it a sin? Bubbles and water Legs up for hours Bombs, you keep away from me Today lying low Twisting up my toes I swim in such harmony So what bothers me? I’m fed up with loneliness With my uncle overstressed Fumbling, crawling for something That never shows, just a dream I’m fed up with creeps crying Over the past, such a sin Not to be cool, but a fool If I could mess up their rules I’m fed up with your complaints Baby, well I’m not a saint Fed up with the rain, the plane That makes me throw up again I’m fed up with all cynics Bathing caps and all critics I’m fed up with being fed up Poor me! Bubbles and water Legs up for hours My goldfish still under me Delight of pleasures Aquatic treasures A place out of misery, my fantasy I’m fed up with loneliness With my uncle overstressed Fumbling, crawling for something That never shows, just a dream I’m fed up with creeps crying Over the past, such a sin Not to be cool, but a fool If I could mess up their rules I’m fed up with your complaints Baby, well I’m not a saint Fed up with the rain, the plane That makes me throw up again I’m fed up with all cynics Bathing caps and all critics I’m fed up with being fed up Poor me! I’m fed up with loneliness With my uncle overstressed Fumbling, crawling for something That never shows, just a dream I’m fed up with creeps crying Over the past, such a sin Not to be cool, but a fool If I could mess up their rules I’m fed up with your complaints Baby, well I’m not a saint Fed up with the rain, the plane That makes me throw up again I’m fed up with all cynics Bathing caps and all critics I’m fed up with being fed up Poor me!