Texty:
Stevens Rachel

It'll be okay with the next one I always end on a leash up having no fun Yeah, I'm always stuck, feel like getting up now Make it understood, crazy and

Hey, hang your red gloves up 'Cause there's nothing left to prove now Hey, hang your red gloves up Baby, no-one cares but you What planet are you from

You're looking at me And I'm looking at you Through smokin' mirrors in a club filled room I dunno what you said But I feel you know less And none of

'appelle Rachel I wait Come baby, right this way I will live what you say Je m'appelle Rachel Fire away Come on in from the rain Come, I'll warm you again Je m'appelle Rachel

There's something on my mind I want a little deja vu A stirring deep inside, I won't refuse I can't explain the mood that's driving me To the door that

I heard your voice on the phone I heard everything you said You can't hurt me anymore Scratching your name off of the board I Wash my hands clean off

It'll be okay with the next one I always end on a leash up having no fun Yeah, I'm always stuck, feel like getting up now Make it understood, crazy and

2, 3 The other day you said, "Hello", we had a coffee Now the next thing I know, you're playin' me Was I just there for show 'cause I deserve to know

You're dreaming about a girl Who lives her life in plastic A secret kind of world It sounds a lot fantastic, yeah She lets you think that she's acting