The Jealous Guys - Miss San Francisco | Текст песни

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My Queen, now tell me where you been
I heard you inside the club sanctifying your sin
You're bouncing to this music finding secrets in your lust
You're lost in a city with no one to even trust
You thinking the stars respect you, they challenge your own fight
Confessions and pillow talking, you only worth that night
You turn the other cheek, you give that sky a share
With reflection of this pain running these fingers through your hair
You build that bridge of gold, we're focused on this road
Mascara replacing fog, you're lost inside your soul
The ocean lying to you, the sermon with the preach
Relationships and bottles used to wash up on this beach
She was sweet as Selena, for times I used to feen her
I threw everything away she can catch in the marina
For tourist I would feed ya, but though I never need ya
I baptised my earth, so you know I left you seedless
INSOMNIAC

[Verse 2: BizYCasa]

Bottled love letters could swim across the Red Sea
That period of time bled to me steadily
It was red in my palm like a gypsy at god speed
I jog up her high heels like blunts smoked from her feet
She leaf me alone musta been high off tree
She fall like September leaves run to December
They'll be gone past November
Spring to the occasion for bees
Pollinated, before we inhale the summers breeze
Caring for me like a sun um
Mother universe, I'm what your summer needs
Dirty ass guns carried by Mr. Clean
Flirting with the end of my funds to buy these fucking jeans
Squad cars ready to kill whoever believes
That fear is a mirage
Scissorhands that cut open her dreams
And I become Freddy like to justify the means
To feed the wildfire that burns within me
LI

Bridge (3rd verse)

The Crown Royal on ice
But your body's drunk like a city full of nights
San Francisco hills with a city full of life
Broadway thrills with a city full of lights
California Dream, New York fashion
Stilettos and poles as your soul gets to clappin'
Sleeping next to him, your mind is full of sorrow
Where will you end up tomorrow, tomorrow, my love

Oh oh oh, my love
Where will you end up my love, Miss San Francisco
I love ya Miss San Francisco
Oh oh, miss San Francisco
Oh oh, miss San Francisco
And now I'm lonely on this road and your bridge is full of gold gold
OHH OHH OHH

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