Fever Thieves - She's My Rushmore | Текст песни

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she's my rushmore, she's my queen
i speak latin in my sleep
and when i sleep i dream of her
lovesick like a teenager
she knows fashion, she's got wit
she's a harvard graduate
and when i rock my red beret
she always seems to look my way

she's my rushmore
the one i'll wait for
na na na na na na na
she's my rushmore

she's my savior, she's my muse
everything is so taboo
i'm ditching lecture, failing out
just to keep her eye for now
i'm cutting break lines, making threats
always playing teacher's pet
cause when she smiles, she bites her lip
it's almost like she's over him

she's my rushmore
the one i'll wait for
na na na na na na na
she's my rushmore

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