- Bülow Lines 歌词
- Bülow
- Another weekend, oh
I was with my friends that is true
But you were sneaking, oh
You forgot you said you'd drive me home
So took a taxi home
Cold and alone and in the dark on my own
So we're not speaking, no
Read between the silence on the phone
I'm not the kind of girl that would go ******* you off
But you're the kind of guy that get's nothing when taking it off
You'll be acting like you don't know what you did that was wrong
So I hope you pay attention when I'm singing this song
Lines, oh oh oh, there's a thing called lines, oh oh oh
And I said don't care, but maybe I might
Baby there's a thing called lines
Oh oh oh, but yours aren't white, oh oh oh
I wrote your sorry soul, and I crossed them out
A thing called lines, oh oh oh, lines, oh oh oh
Lines, oh oh oh, there's a thing called lines
My girl was swiping, through
Funny how she came across you
So she swiped right on, you
Didn't think you'd swipe right too
I've had about enough
Losing trust and there's nothing left to do
You put an X on us, and you've got a lot to undo
I'm not the kind of girl that would go ******* you off
But you're the kind of guy that get's nothing when taking it off
You'll be acting like you don't know what you did that was wrong
So I hope you pay attention when I'm singing this song
Lines, oh oh oh, there's a thing called lines, oh oh oh
And I said don't care, but maybe I might
Baby there's a thing called lines
Oh oh oh, but yours aren't white, oh oh oh
I wrote your sorry soul, and I crossed them out
A thing called lines, oh oh oh, lines, oh oh oh
Lines, oh oh oh, there's a thing called lines
So this is it, your final strike
I've given you chances, you're a lucky guy
Love is pure, as cure as seen
Neither of us are perfect, but you're just being mean
So cross my heart, and made to die
Stick a needle, in my eye
If only once, if only twice
But one more time, and you've crossed the
Line, oh oh oh, there's a thing called lines, oh oh oh
And I said don't care, but maybe I might
Baby there's a thing called lines
Oh oh oh, but yours aren't white, oh oh oh
I wrote your sorry soul, and I crossed them out
A thing called lines, oh oh oh, lines, oh oh oh
Lines, oh oh oh, there's a thing called lines
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