• top 100 lyrics
• new lyrics

Sunday's Hit

Second

My brain got used to being inactivated
She did the rest when she, saw i was hungry
I was the puppet that she´s always liked on her own.

Then i decided not to be operated
When i could see her face was wearing nothing
I did´nt mind what she was saying about me.

Two days on my bed, it´s the best plan that i´ve never had
I´ve got a new order, a new order, i´ve got a new order
And the first line is out of reach for you.