лирикс тоже прекрасенRibcage, cheekbones, she makes sure,
Those young complexion; a physical affection,
You're a godsend, do you want a boyfriend?
Crazy, crazy, easy tiger!
Her mind's made up; she don't wanna go steady.
She's only seventeen, so she's probably not ready.
A.M.A.N.D.A. Norgaard
I saw you on a cover at Cross Bay Boulevard.
Smaller tits and skinny frame,
Tall, short hips and you all end the same
Givin' you the sweet-talk, walkin' down the catwalk.
"I want American!" but she won't let me in.
Her mind's made up; she don't wanna go steady.
She's only seventeen, so she's probably not ready.
A.M.A.N.D.A. Norgaard
I saw you on a cover at Cross Bay Boulevard.
Her mind's made up; she don't wanna go steady.
She's only seventeen, so she's probably not ready.
A.M.A.N.D.A. Norgaard
I saw you on a cover at Cross Bay Boulevard.