West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band - Eighteen Is Over The Hill | Текст песни

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• West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band
• Eighteen Is Over The Hill

Antique white lace,
A plastic face,
A tinfoil place,
An empty space,
You’re so hung-up on yourself
And nothing else.

(chorus)

I like too much the rain,
The power of my brain,
The sunshine
And the open road,
Ahead of me.

Laughing because,
It’s right to laugh,
Dress up at night,
In the right dress.
You can’t change me
Into something
That I’m not.

(repeat chorus)

I’ll hear your line,
Some other time,
When miming
Performance rhyme.
The way you feel,
It is so phoney
And unreal.

(repeat chorus twice)

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