Барби - Числа | Текст песни

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I want a talk show,
Guess that will have to do,
up all night
BBIM’ing you
out of Tylenol,
head still aches,
got enough strength, to flip a pancake
got the luggage packed, waiting by the front
a quarter after 5, its already won
ill say it one last time…
walking out the door 4:59

5:15 not a minute more, ready for the knock on my door
5:15 not a minute more, ready for the waves on my shore
& if by 5:16, youre not with me, you can catch me in the next city,
never knew you meant that much to me until 5:15

I think I’ve gone numb, sick of puppy love
Wanna break out, think ive had enough
the walls are caving in
& my thick skin is feeling kinda thin
you find your way back in
never thought to me, when we came to june, i would feel this way about you
but ill say it one last time, im walking out the door 4:59

5:15 not a minute more, ready for the knock on my door
5:15 not a minute more, ready for the waves on my shore
& if 5:16, youre not with me, you can catch me in the next city,
never knew you meant that much to me until 5:15
na na na na…

at 5:15…
ready for the knock on my door

5:15 not a minute more, ready for the waves on my shore
& if 5:16, youre not with me, you can catch me in the next city,
never knew you meant that much to me until 5:15
I wont wait another minute, when the waves are at my shore…
ready for the waves on my shore
and if 5:16, if you’re not with me, you can catch me in the next city
never knew you meant that much to me until 5:15…
5… oh
oh, heyyy, i wont wait for you… hey… hey…
until 5:15…