Letra de Sunday's Hit

My brain got used to being inactivated She did the rest when she, saw i was hungry I was the puppet that she´s always liked on her own. Then i decided not to be operated When i could see her face was wearing nothing I did´nt mind what she was saying about me. Two days on my bed, it´s the best plan that i´ve never had I´ve got a new order, a new order, i´ve got a new order And the first line is out of reach for you.