Regular Disease کے بول

She knew that I'd choose a short brunette in brown shoes I ask the time and she hides her smile And when there's nothing left to use It's a regular disease And when there's nothing left to see It's a regular disease She laughs out loud when she reads She can't see how her key fits She's rare indeed, in here in bare feet And when there's nothing left to use It's a regular disease And when there's nothing left to see It's a regular disease