Wouldn't it be nice if my words were sticks and stones
So they would definitely hurt you or even better
Make your mother never birth you
Just make her feel like me aching she sits and bleeds
Thinking is this what she really needs
So what the hell if I'm not really perfect
Nobody ever said I had to be
And If I wasn't really perfect
You'd give an arm and a leg to be me
You just wanne be me
Don't you really really wanna be me
Pretty like me
Wouldn't it be nice to take a little trip over some ice
And make you frees like you did to me
So maybe freezin wasn't such a bad idea
But knowing my luck you'd float backup
And make the freezin stop, isn't life such a breeze
Seems like Jezus took a trip to the fucking Antilles
Oh, you know it's time
You can't deny it
Closing doors before you even try it
Writer(s): Nicolas Rebscher, Matthias Zuerkler, Antoine Konrad, Fabio Antoniali, Carl Eckle
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