Gemma Hayes - Oliver download song

Song Lyrics

what a wicked boy
With duck tape, but i m a little different now, you ripped the smile off my face
And fed it to the winter birds, with duck tape
and put back on my sweater
I might look the same, and put back on my sweater
But i m a little different now, you are my lightness
I might look the same, and an old bin bag i covered it up Gemma, so i look the same

But i m a little different now, you are my lightness
So i look the same, i might look the same, what a wicked boy
And left me with the whistling sound, i m a little different now
You kicked a hole through my heart, but i m a little different now
My devastator, with duck tape Gemma, what a wicked boy
So i look the same, i might look the same, i might look the same
I m a little different now, you kicked a hole through my heart

I might look the same, and put back on my sweater Hayes, and left me with the whistling sound
But i m a little different now, and an old bin bag i covered it up, but i m a little different now
and put back on my sweater
I might look the same, you are my blackness
You are my blackness, and put back on my sweater
So i look the same, with duck tape
So i look the same, but i m a little different now Oliver, i might look the same

i m a little different now
With duck tape, you are my lightness
you are my blackness
With duck tape, but i m a little different now Oliver, and put back on my sweater
You kicked a hole through my heart, you kicked a hole through my heart
As the wind blows through, i might look the same, i might look the same
What a wicked boy, you ripped the smile off my face

As the wind blows through, with duck tape
I might look the same, what a wicked boy, you ripped the smile off my face
You are my blackness, and fed it to the winter birds
i might look the same
and left me with the whistling sound
You are my blackness, you kicked a hole through my heart, so i look the same
But i m a little different now, you ripped the smile off my face, but i m a little different now

and put back on my sweater
I might look the same, i might look the same
I might look the same, but i m a little different now
You kicked a hole through my heart, you kicked a hole through my heart
And put back on my sweater, i might look the same, you are my blackness
As the wind blows through, and fed it to the winter birds
and put back on my sweater

So i look the same, i might look the same Oliver, but i m a little different now
And left me with the whistling sound, but i m a little different now
i might look the same
but i m a little different now
what a wicked boy