Текст песни Lovelytheband - Your Whatever

I'm coughing 'cause of your cigarettesI'll always hate that you smokeYou always smell like a holidayI'm still in love with you thoughIt was spring time, you were still mineBack when I felt wholeI'm coughing 'cause of your cigarettesI'll always hate that you smokeI'll be your right nowI'll be your foreverOh, I'll be your last callI'll be your whateverYou said you really like SpringsteenAnd I think that I like that a lotA flower child of the 70'sAt least she thought that she wasShe was wild, she was dangerousIn all the best waysWith a heart like that she was never meant to be tamed

A flower child of the 70'sAt least she thought that she wasI'll be your right nowI'll be your foreverOh, I'll be your last callI'll be your whateverYou're obsessed with the moon and in love with the starI'm in love with your soul and everything that you areYou're obsessed with the moon and in love with the starI'm in love with your soul and everything that you areI'll be your right nowI'll be your foreverOh, I'll be your last callI'll be your whateverI'll be your right nowI'll be your foreverOh, I'll be your last callI'll be your whatever
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