It's not about perfect breasts, no way
It's not, it's not about the colours
It's not about perfect lips, no way
It's not, it's not about the colours
Can I collect your loan?
We wanna make the times
Can a pretty face
Make words into rhymes?
You don't know me anymore
You don't know me anymore
The world is falling at your door
And I can see it's meant to be
It's better off that way
She's gonna walk away
I'm gonna walk away
Walk away, she's gonna walk away
You don't know me anymore
The world is falling at your door
And i can see it's meant to be
It's better off that way
She's gonna walk away
I'm gonna walk away
Walk away, she's gonna walk away
Walk away