Lletres:
Rem Parakeet

fall out of your bed Mean cats eat parakeets And this one's nearly dead You dearly wish the wind would shift And greasy windows slide Open for the parakeet

(Buck/Mills/Stipe) You wake up in the morning And fall out of your bed Mean cats eat parakeets And this one's nearly dead You dearly wish the wind

: (Buck/Mills/Stipe) You wake up in the morning And fall out of your bed Mean cats eat parakeets And this one's nearly dead You dearly wish the wind

: (Buck/Mills/Stipe) You wake up in the morning And fall out of your bed Mean cats eat parakeets And this one's nearly dead You dearly wish the wind