Paroles de Fake Frowns

bent at the knee, a last resort backfired and made things worse once on the bus, it was quite possible you'd be the jailhouse queen jury and judge were screaming to hang you spat the sweat from brow he shrugged his shoulders, nothing would work it had to end right now... I can't drive straight counting your fake frowns focusing in; details a must trying to make each one count all on your fingers stopping at ten magistrate's keyed in how the jury and judge were screaming to hang you spat the sweat from brow he shrugged his shoulders; nothing would work it had to end right now... we can't keep you interest now increasing pixels and sound