Scomiche - 1989 | Текст песни

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• Scomiche
• 1989

Welcome to New York
It's been waiting for you
Welcome to New York
Welcome to New York

Nice to meet you
Where you been?
I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sins
Saw you there and I thought oh my god
Look at that face, you look like my next mistake
Love's a game, wanna play?
So it's gonna be forever
Or it's gonna go down in flames
You can tell me when it's over
If the high was worth the pain
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
Cause you know I love the players

You got that James Dean day dream look in your eye
And I got that red lip classic thing that you like
Cause we never go out of style
We never go out of style

Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
In the clear yet, good.
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods yet?
Are we out of the woods?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
Are we in the clear yet?
In the clear yet, good.

Stay
Hey, all you had to do was stay
Had me in the palm of your hand
Well could've been easy all you had to do was

I stay up too late, got nothing in my brain
That's what people say, that's what people say
Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off

I wish you would come back
Wish I'd never hung up the phone like I did
And I wish you knew that
I'd never forget you as long as I'd live
Wish you were right here, right now
It's all good
I wish you would

Cause baby now we got bad blood
You know it used to be mad love
So take a look at what you've done
Cause baby now we got bad blood

Say you'll remember me
Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sun set babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams

This love is good
This love is bad
This love is a life back from the dead

You stand with your hand on my waist line
It's a scene and we're out here in plain sight
I can hear them whisper as we pass by
It's a bad sign

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