كلمات Bend

In the opera From the nosebleeds Thought I had her, she had me Thought I had her, she had me Primadonna Oh I want ya I was at her mercy And she tastes like entropy Throw my caution Go above it All the ways I have to bend All the ways I have to bend In an email On your story And I can’t tell what you’d see And I can’t tell what you need And I can’t tell what you’d see And I can’t tell what you need And I can’t tell what you’d see And I can’t tell what you need