paroles de chanson Victoria - Charming Way

Dashing through the streets of Victoria
I can still recall when the Harbour outshined the laser symphony
I don't believe in wonder or no backseat driver
Cause' I rather crawl than to play along with some kind of freemasonry

Late night hours, searching for some lover
Gotta ease the pain while the lion tries to bail from its own cage
As much as I don't wanna obey and take orders
Like good ol' Mark Twain, the bad boy eventually comes of age

So I start to ponder what's meaningful
With all the peripherals woo...
Am I stuck in this awkward scenario
Or simply delusional woo...
When's my wake up call?

So I start to ponder what's meaningful
With all the peripherals woo...
Am I stuck in this awkward scenario
Or simply delusional woo...
Honest people don't make the call
Here's my wake up call