Letra de Girls Singing
Why does the rhythm get me every time? It wouldn't if the girls all got along And maybe I imagined that just like I imagine youWhere is the mirror? Get me to its face So primitive and yet we all get it wrong And what a very modern prince Just like I imagine I know youOh my, my Look what you've become It's the same for all of you And then it catches up And you notice what you're made ofOh my, my Look what you've become It's the same for all of you And then it catches up And you notice what you're made ofWhy does the rhythm get us every time? So primitive and yet we all get it wrong And what a very modern piece Always I imagine it in tune