paroles de chanson Saint - Eva McBel

Poor little me, poor little me
Poor little me, poor little me
Poor little me, poor little me
Give me some attention

Poor little me, poor little me
Poor little me, poor little me
Poor little me, poor little me
Give me some attention

I should have seen it for a long time
You turn holy water into poison (take a sip my love)
Day by day, you got in my head
Fillin' every space I got for me

You're a saint
You're a saint
You're a saint
And that's what everyone's believin'

You're a saint
You're a saint
So watch me from the heavens when you're dead

I know your death-eath
Drown in the middle of the ocean
With your pockets filled with my money
Death-eath, I feel you're dead
I bear your blood on my veins
And I see you in my reflection

Over and over, I curse my own name
It's hard having to remember
So I won't forget what I cannot become

Poor little me, poor little me
Give me some attention

Poor little me, poor little me
Poor little me, poor little me
Poor little me, poor little me
Give me some attention

Poor little me, poor little me
Poor little me, poor little me
Poor little me, poor little me
Give me some attention

Poor little me, poor little me
Poor little me, poor little me
Poor little me, poor little me
Give me some attention

Poor little me, poor little me
Poor little me, poor little me
Poor little me, poor little me
Give me some attention