Brunettes Shoot Blondes - NYC | Текст песни

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• Brunettes Shoot Blondes
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She looks so pretty in the moonlight,
Looks so pretty. There she goes,
Although I have been trying to keep my distance.
Got me out of here!
She isn't worried, doesn't sorry,
Four five six, the perfect operation.
Oh, we don't like Mondays,
We hate the summer kind of love.

She doesn't wanna call the police department
Doesn't wanna say she wasn't bad
Doesn't wanna fall the cards, call me names
No surprise, no regret
Doesn't wanna notice my dependence
Pretty pretty words she said before
She doesn't wanna know the reason why,
But it's still sweet Monday, New York City.

She said, \"It wouldn't be complicated\"
Three two one, no place to go.
Old fashioned girls are drinking whiskey
Boys are playing hide-and-seek
It's quite stupid, quite sexy
She makes love with my interpretation.
We thoroughly don't like (the) Mondays
Get me out of here.

She doesn't wanna call the police department
Doesn't wanna say she wasn't bad
Doesn't wanna fall the cards, call me names
No surprise, no regret
She doesn't wanna notice my dependence
Pretty pretty words she said before
She doesn't wanna know the reason why,
but it's still sweet Monday, New York City.

She doesn't wanna call the police department
Doesn't wanna say she wasn't bad
Doesn't wanna fall her cards, call me names
No surprise, no regret
Doesn't wanna notice my dependence
Pretty pretty words she said before
She doesn't wanna know the reason why,
But it's still sweet Monday, New York City.
But it's still sweet Monday, New York City.
But it's still sweet Monday, New York City.

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