DEVIL WEARS PRADATexas Is South Lyrics
Good evening, miss.
All I ever do is wish things were different.
This envy is destroying me,
And it is obvious.
I'm looking to put a bullet into the tile floor. Mark this.
I want to say something:
We were blessed, but now I wet my lips and wait for them to dry.
The lust of the dress.
The thought of her lips.
These letters I've wrote are shackled to my chest.
She is misconception.
Good evening, miss Correct these lyrics
Songwriter(s): James Baney, Daniel Williams, Michael Hranica, Andrew Trick, Jeremy Depoyster, Christopher Rubey
Copyright: Songs Of Smp
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