Qu'il est triste ce lit Qu'il est glauque ce cadre Mais qu'il est fort ce petit Qui veut a tout prix se battre Qui te parle comme un grand Qui t'explique
plus beau maintenant Essuie tes larmes petit homme Ce qui ne baisse jamais les bras Ca fera de toi un tres grand tu verras Essuie tes larmes petit Tom Je me sens si petite
encore plus beau maintenant Essuie tes larmes petit homme Ce qui ne baisse jamais les bras Ca fera de toi un tres grand tu verras Essuie tes larmes petit Tom Je me sens si petite
When your lost in the rain in juarez and it's easter time too When your gravity is down and negativity won't pull you through Don't you put on any airs
You found me at some party You thought I'd understand You barreled over to me With a drink in each hand I respect your beliefs, girl And I consider you
You found me at some party You thought I'd understand You barreled over to me With a drink in each hand I respect your beliefs, girl, And I consider you
Uptight, thinking things over Conversations running round my head Good times last so much longer And summer loving going straight to my head Some day
His life is that blue bike, ball glove an' fishin' pole Tree-house, baby gun and band aid covered knees He does good deliverin' papers an' cuttin' grass
Poor little lamb now his fleece is all cold Wakes up in the morning alone Poor little lamb knows what's coming Life is an empty cup Poor little lamb
Little Tom, what will be your fate? Little Tom, will you be someone great? Do you know right from wrong, are they teaching you at home? Or have they turned
Sit still, take a trip into my eyes You're unstable still to my surprise Be honest but never catch my lies Don't say you're the one who always tries
[Incomprehensible] I was brittle Crushed and tore your name from leaf hearts And blades of grass, they were lost in the haze And it's funny, he still
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Well she's up against the register With an apron and a spatula With yesterday's deliveries And the tickets for the bachelors She's a moving violation
I'm disheveled I'm disdainful And I'm distracted and it's painful But this job sweeping up here is Is gainfully employing me tonight Tom do this and Tom do that Tom
Well, the gigolo's jumpin' salty Ain't no trade out on the streets Half past the unlucky And the hawk's a front row seat Dressed in full orchestration
