We got in the tip, so I fixed it at Tiffany Lighting is your blue, that´s how I show sympathy
I took a hit, had an epiphany They were just melodies, you were my symphony You get done up your hair and your nails You put that new dress on your head and your heels I hope for the mores and there´ll be mores for titties They wondering what therapy is So we spent Trinity dining for breakfast To remedy all of our reckless To pick up the pieces that fell apart last night again I can´t regret this We both play these games, but I wish we could make this shit fit I´m just low, but that´s Tetris