Zita Swoon - the french trombone lyrics

rate me

Everybody said it was dirty

But their truth is like a gun

I still try to get my...

Even when I'm forced to none

Dancing on their prudence shield

Stroking while I'm young

Relying on their nursery

Making it mine

Hey everybody was laughing

But I couldn't resist crying

Hey I felt sad because

They all were lying

They all crown their frowns

They all swop their alibis

I'm glad I know that I don't care

My mind is in my hands now

It's the odd cause

I remember when I was in the desert

Sucking on my French cologne

Grinding on my pillowcase

Enjoying all alone

And the air was soft and new

And the chances that I took

I wonder sometimes if without it

We still have anything to go for