Paroles de Whit Or Whitout Control

You've got a hold on me You're messing up the screen Thought it was a good idea Dealing with the enemy I'm losing track of time And every step's a mile You kill expensive hours And leave me here uncovered Boy, you're really messing up my mind… With or without control You've come to shake it all Slow down You've got me facing the wall I keep moving on On my own This is getting weird You went straight to my head Moving in circles Spinning and sparkle C'mon I'm waiting for the end of the show C'mon I'm trying hard to keep you on hold