it's not about perfect breasts, no way,
it's not, it's not about the colours.
it's not about perfect lips, no way,
it's not, it's not about the colours.
can i collect your loan?
we wanna make the times.
can a pretty face,
make words into rhymes.
you don't know me anymore.
you don't know me anymore,
the world is falling at your door,
and i can see it's meant to be,
it's better off that way.
she's gonna walk away
i'm gonna walk away,
walk away, she's gonna walk away.
you don't know me anymore,
the world is falling at your door,
and i can see it's meant to be,
it's better off that way.
she's gonna walk away
i'm gonna walk away,
walk away, she's gonna walk away.
walk away.
