Ben Lee - Song 4 You текст песни

Ill buy a pair of jeans

A stylish means

A groovy masterpiece

Ill cover them with paper men

And books on zen

Records shot with darts

Talk your way out of this one - blah, blah, blah...

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

Ill sleep till after three

Ill brush my teeth

Ill wash my feet

I dont feel well

You couldnt tell

I look like hell

Records shot with darts

Talk your way out of this one - blah, blah, blah...

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you

I wrote a song for you