paroles de chanson Broken Glass - Matt Bennett

It's fun to run, it's fun to play,
It's fun to make things out of clay,
It's fun to fill your car with gas,
It's fun to break... things made of glass!

It's fun to spray yourself with Mace It's fun to squeeze your mothers face It's fun to mow your daddies Grass It's fun to break... things made of glass

But broken glass can cut your hand, And then you'll bleed across the land, Ask any woman, child or man,
About the dangers Of broken glass... Broken Glass...

I like nice girls with gum disease
I like to tickle peoples knees
Don't tell me no just tell me yes
And then we'll break... things made of glass

Sometimes I put on special pants
And then I board a plane to France When I arrive I start to dance
And then I break... things made of glass

Yeah I know that dance doesn't rhyme with glass
So What Cha gonna about it huh

But broken glass will tell you lies Bleed your soul and blind your eyes Like a demon with a side of fries
You better be aware... of broken glass
Of broken glass glass

Harmonica solo!

Mmm, children that glass sure does look delicious, doesn't it?
But you can't eat it.
'Cause broken glass is not a food,
So don't you listen to some dude,
Who says put cheese on broken glass,
And make a sand-a-wich!
Out of broken glass...

Let's sing a song about broken glass
I'll help you write it after class,
There is no song that can surpass The song we sing,
About broken glass...