Bowling For Soup "Blister In The Sun" |
And I'm so strung out, I'm high as a kite I just might stop to check you out, Let me go on like a blister in the sun Let me go on begin to know you one Body beats I stain the sheets, I don't even know why, My girlfriend she's at the end she is starting to cry, Let me go on like a blister in the sun, Let me go on big hands I know your the one, When I'm a walking I strut my stuff, And I'm so strung out, I'm high as a kite I just might stop to check you out, And then, and then, body beats I stain the sheets, I don't even know why, My girlfriend she's at the end she is starting to cry, Let me go on like a blister in the sun Let me go on big hands I know your the one, Fucking shit Oh oh oh oh Let me go on like a blister in the sun, Let me go on big hands I know your the one, Fucking shit Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |