The reigning champ of the teething crowd
Say hi to your mom
"give me something to chew on," she said,
With a face longer than space,
On the day she wore her black t-shirt
And held her black bouquet.
I said to come closer
And i'd point out my favorite stars,
And maybe we could both breathe a little life
Into these cold coffins of hearts.
Coffins of hearts, of hearts, of hearts.
Of hearts, of hearts, of hearts.
With a face longer than space,
On the day she wore her black t-shirt
And held her black bouquet.
I said to come closer
And i'd point out my favorite stars,
And maybe we could both breathe a little life
Into these cold coffins of hearts.
Coffins of hearts, of hearts, of hearts.
Of hearts, of hearts, of hearts.
And oh, the games we played with each other,
Battleships sunk and triple-word scores.
And oh, the things we said to each other,
While knocking the vases onto the floor.
Because she is as stunning
As a phaser set on 'stun,'
And yeah, she'll stop your pulse,
But not without some fun.
She's the reigning champ of the teething crowd
And your heart goes bump but you pulse goes down.
She's the reigning champ of the teething crowd
And your heart goes bump but you pulse goes down.
She's the reigning champ of the teething crowd
And your heart goes bump but you pulse goes down.
Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor envie uma correção clicando aqui!
Mais ouvidas de Say hi to your mom
ver todas as músicas- Blizzard
- Hooplas Involving Ciscus Tricks
- Prefers Unhappy Endings
- November Was White, December Was Grey
- Zero to love
- The Reigning Champ Of The Teething Crowd
- Pop Music Of The Future
- The Showdown in Goattown
- Sweet Sweet Heartkiller
- Not As Goth As They Say We Are
- Blah Blah Blah
- Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
- The Pimp and The Sparrow
- A Hit In Sweden
- Spiders
- Kill The Cat
- Dersmormos
- Laundry
- Recurring Motifs in Historical Flirtings
- Dimensions and Verticals