Why Pick on Me

Puzzled lips dipped in wine, Out to get this heart of mine. Candy kisses don't mean a thing, If only lies those kisses bring. Platinum hair, black at the roots, Short, short skirts and dirty boots. Having an act is surely a try To try to make my poor

I see a red door and I want it painted black No colours anymore, I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes I see a line of cars and they're all painted black With f