Låttexter: Kech. I Don't Need One.
:
I don't need one
I don't need to go to London
I don't have a jacket
I don't want one
Then put a blazer on
you are looking like a star
like the actors and the sportsmen on tv
Are you kidding me?
than take it in your bag
i might need it after that
Really boring
only two of us in time
and the rest waiting in line
I just feel like going away
Is this a birthday?
I don't want to celebrate
I don't even have a gift
for the poor little thing
She was walking
but than she heard
a sound from the ground
He still folllowed
a knife and a toy
in his hands
At the party
only dancers in the dark
all dressed up and very smart
I just felt like going away
I wanna get home
where my friends are i don't know
maybe i'm just getting old
and I freeze in the night
On the way back
I was sitting in the car
everyone smoking cigar
I just felt like going away
Was this a birthday?
didn't need to celebrate
didn't even have a gift
for the poor little thing
She was walking
but than she heard
a sound from the ground
He still folllowed
a knife and a toy
in his hands
I don't need one
I don't need to go to London
I don't have a jacket
I don't want one
Then put a blazer on
you are looking like a star
like the actors and the sportsmen on tv
Are you kidding me?
than take it in your bag
i might need it after that
Really boring
only two of us in time
and the rest waiting in line
I just feel like going away
Is this a birthday?
I don't want to celebrate
I don't even have a gift
for the poor little thing
She was walking
but than she heard
a sound from the ground
He still folllowed
a knife and a toy
in his hands
At the party
only dancers in the dark
all dressed up and very smart
I just felt like going away
I wanna get home
where my friends are i don't know
maybe i'm just getting old
and I freeze in the night
On the way back
I was sitting in the car
everyone smoking cigar
I just felt like going away
Was this a birthday?
didn't need to celebrate
didn't even have a gift
for the poor little thing
She was walking
but than she heard
a sound from the ground
He still folllowed
a knife and a toy
in his hands
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