Текст песни Bubblehead

Every night he says a prayer for you He wouldn't hurt a fly She looked like marilyn monroe In the seven year itch, oh my And i know that he loves you Cos i've heard him talk about you What were you expecting anyway This is a past imperfect world You wanted a saint But you gave him a martyr Right now i could shake you honey I always thought that you were smarter Hey bubblehead Don't you know what's good for you?...