Lletres: 50 Foot Wave. Clara Bow.

I didn't use you but I wish I had
I never liked you but I wish I did
But I wish I did

Whether it was soaking in your poppy tea
Or your Southern hospitality
Your voice has a sing song quality
And bones were made to be broken
And bones were made to be broken

Yes, alright, I can
With sunburned lips I can bitch
Yes, alright, I can
With sunburned lips I can bitch

About another stupid summer
About another stupid summer
About another stupid summer
About another stupid summer

Paste eaters like this sad season
Strong women gripe
And bite your heavy tongues
And bite your heavy tongues

Whether it was soaking in your poppy tea
And on Southern hospitality
Your voice has a sing song quality
And bones were made to be broken
And bones were made to be broken

Yes, alright, I can
With sunburned lips I can bitch
Yes, alright, I can
With sunburned lips I can bitch

About another stupid summer
About another stupid summer
About another stupid summer
About another stupid summer