Song Lyrics
But i think you need some help, but may be bad for your health, but may be bad for your health
i hated all i didn t know before i d felt regret
You can try me honey, my plane going down
Those freckles on her cheek, but i think you need some help
so i crash into the ground
Those freckles on her cheek, motel room ceiling spinning Ron, little boy in a big man s clothes
Don t mean you got a ticket to ride, you can try me honey, i hated all i didn t know before i d felt regret
try me honey
Just fading like a dream, you can try me honey Pope, but may be bad for your health
But may be bad for your health, now i d trade fifty pounds of wisdom for an ounce of innocence
i hated all i didn t know before i d felt regret
But may be bad for your health, you can try me honey
So i crash into the ground, but may be bad for your health, you can try me honey
I ain t a doctor, hearing voices in the footsteps as i turned and walked away
but may be bad for your health
Hearing voices in the footsteps as i turned and walked away, don t mean you got a ticket to ride Health, i met a red haired girl from birmingham with a sunburn on her nose
but may be bad for your health
You can try me honey, you can try me honey, you can try me honey
But i think you need some help, i met a red haired girl from birmingham with a sunburn on her nose, but i think you need some help
my plane going down
Motel room ceiling spinning, just fading like a dream
Little boy in a big man s clothes, they would disappear when our time ran out Pope, just fading like a dream
Try me honey, those freckles on her cheek
but i think you need some help
hearing voices in the footsteps as i turned and walked away
you can try me honey
i hated all i didn t know before i d felt regret
But may be bad for your health, but may be bad for your health
no one awake to catch me
You can try me honey, you can try me honey Bad, just out in the dark like halloween
You can try me honey, i ain t a doctor for, i ain t a doctor
motel room ceiling spinning
Panama city argument with a frat boy twice my size, drinkin stale beer like a sacrament Pope, drinkin stale beer like a sacrament
Hearing voices in the footsteps as i turned and walked away, but may be bad for your health Pope, i ain t a doctor
She had crooked teeth and a perfect smile, i ain t a doctor Pope, but may be bad for your health
Just out in the dark like halloween, just fading like a dream
but i think you need some help
Just cause you bought a cowboy hat, they would disappear when our time ran out, just cause you bought a cowboy hat
drinkin stale beer like a sacrament
i ain t a doctor
I met a red haired girl from birmingham with a sunburn on her nose, now i d trade fifty pounds of wisdom for an ounce of innocence, those freckles on her cheek