
Complex Person Pretenders
На этой странице вы найдете полный текст песни "Complex Person" от Pretenders. Lyrxo предлагает вам самый полный и точный текст этой композиции без лишних отвлекающих факторов. Узнайте все куплеты и припев, чтобы лучше понять любимую песню и насладиться ею в полной мере. Идеально для фанатов и всех, кто ценит качественную музыку.

I'm a very very complex person
I try to improve but you see how I worsen
I'll do anything to make you adore me
Or deplore me, but never ignore me
I got senses that I cannot control
My stomach's like a bottomless hole
My desires command me like a slave
I'm a knave, I can hardly behave
I'm a very very complex person
I try to improve but you see how I worsen
I'll do anything to make you adore me
Or deplore me, but never ignore me
I'm a peacenik but I'm going off to war
I couldn't even tell you what I'm really fighting for
It seems right; at least it doesn't seem wrong
I'm a mixed-up, fucked-up singer of a song
I'm a very very complex person
I try to improve but you see how I worsen
I'll do anything to make you adore me
Or deplore me, but never ignore me
I refuse to keep a gun in my purse
Imagine if I was feeling perverse
The builders and the workers when they whistle and they shout
I'd like to give them something to shout at me about
I try to improve but you see how I worsen
I'll do anything to make you adore me
Or deplore me, but never ignore me
I got senses that I cannot control
My stomach's like a bottomless hole
My desires command me like a slave
I'm a knave, I can hardly behave
I'm a very very complex person
I try to improve but you see how I worsen
I'll do anything to make you adore me
Or deplore me, but never ignore me
I'm a peacenik but I'm going off to war
I couldn't even tell you what I'm really fighting for
It seems right; at least it doesn't seem wrong
I'm a mixed-up, fucked-up singer of a song
I'm a very very complex person
I try to improve but you see how I worsen
I'll do anything to make you adore me
Or deplore me, but never ignore me
I refuse to keep a gun in my purse
Imagine if I was feeling perverse
The builders and the workers when they whistle and they shout
I'd like to give them something to shout at me about
Комментарии (0)
Минимальная длина комментария — 50 символов.