4 acessos
Can't picture what is going on
Whatever you know it's always been there
Nobody knows
Bui it's time
(That's when you decide that's someone's taste)
There's no place for who's not fun
(And ou don't sing along)
And it's time
(They're glad you're talking about that thing)
And we're leaving from the back and of the gun
(I wanna hear...HA HA HA)
Paint it like you sing a song
Stroke of a brush is a word all along
Paint it like when you sing a song
Got somebody comin'to me when I get home