Тексты песен Ricochet

Cant concentrate on the preacher preachin My attention spans done turned off I want in on that angel singing up there in the choir oh! She's got her daddy's money Her momma's good looks Full of laughs

Rumors abound You're runnin' around And everybody tells me I've been blind Well it's killin' me How could this be Won't you ease my troubled mind All night long I walk the floor Don't make me walk it