| Nathalie Petronelli | |
| "Coffee, Sex & You" | |
| These are my hands, these are my ties, bound together by one too many lies, the damage is done, ce la vie, it's too late to fix me now, what will be will be, I hear them comin', kicking down my door, they'll only find me inpieces like a puzzle that's been scattered on the floor. It's like you pick me up, just to put me down, I can't find the answer to why you were never around, is it who we are? Or what we do? That leaves me reaching for Coffee, Sex & You...... I'll come again, back in bloom, just like the last time, I'll be gone to soon, bells keep ringing, between my ears, a chime for every life I've lived in 27 years, there's no escape, but I've no complaints, we're not created equal some are sinners & some are saints, It's like you pick me up, just to put me down, I can't find the answer to why you were never around, is it who we are? Or what we do? That leaves me reaching for Coffee, Sex & You...... |
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