Tymps (the sick in the head song)
Fiona appleMy feet of clay, they dried to dust
But it isn't the red we painted
It's just rust
That signature thing
That used to bring a following
I have trouble now, even remembering
So why did I kiss him so hard late last friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I'm either so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry to quit
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope that's it
I knew that
To keep in touch would do me deep in dutch
'Cause it isn't the rush of remembering, it's just mush
And that signature thing is only growing harrowing
I should have no trouble now to keep from following
So why did I kiss him so hard late last friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I'm either so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry to quit
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope that's it
Those boon times went bust
My feet of clay, they dried to dust
The red isn't the red we painted
It's just rust
That signature thing
That used to bring a following
I have trouble now, even remembering
So why did I kiss him so hard late last friday night
And keep on letting him change all my plans
I'm either so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry to quit
Or I just really used to love him
Or I just really used to love him
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope that's it
Mais ouvidas de Fiona apple
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- Slow Like Honey
- Sullen Girl ( Tradução)
- Every Single Night
- Pale September
- I Want You To Love Me
- On The Bound
- Still I (feat. Christophe Deluy)
- Left Alone
- Parting Gift
- Extraordinary Machine
- Ugly girl
- First Taste
- Why Try To Change Me Now?
- O' Sailor
- The Way Things Are
- I Need You Like a Drug
- Window
- Anything We Want
- I Walk a Little Faster