paroles de chanson tom_boy. - haych

O' send out the raven ahead of the dove
O' sing from your chains where you're chained in a cave
Your eyes through my eyes shine brighter than love
Your blood in my ballad collapses the grave

The only girls we've ever been
We've had pink roses in our eyes
But it's fine, we get nothing from this scene
We're just lost with red dots between our eyes

I am not one to judge
But these folks

They say that I'm a 'tomboy'
But they wouldn't know the meaning of the word
They say that I'm a 'tomboy'
And I cringe like death when I hear that word
They say that I'm a 'tomboy'
And I bury my head in the depths of her shirt
She says that I'm a 'good girl'
And I loose my mind and I become hers

You help me open up and you put yourself inside
You waste away while I'm having the time of my life
But it's fine I'll be merry, I'm taking you from behind
I am known in this blister
This scene was the first time that I'd cried in so long

I am not one to judge
But I feel their eyes burning into my spine

They say that I'm a 'tomboy'
But they wouldn't know the meaning of the word
They say that I'm a 'tomboy'
And I cringe like death when I hear that word
They say that I'm a 'tomboy'
And I bury my head in the depths of her shirt
She says that I'm a 'good girl'
And I loose my mind and I become her's

I face you in the morning, you tell me you "hate me"
You never saw me, ignoring me lately
Face you in the morning, you tell me you "hate me"
You never saw me, ignoring me lately
I miss your calling and I miss your touch
I miss your soft hands, not the way that we fucked
I miss your calling and I miss your touch
I miss your soft hands, not the way that we fucked
Tell me your proud
Tell me your proud
Tell me your proud
Tell me your proud
Why don't you call me 'pretty'?
Why don't you call me 'pretty'?
Why don't you ever kiss me?
I doubt you'd even miss me
Please, just call me 'pretty'
One time, just call me 'pretty'
She looks at me so different, maybe I'm the issue
And I'm getting pushed around
And off the deep end, my wits end is closing in
Tell us not to 'make a sound'
Coz our bodies upset them, correct them out loud
And it's so sad to see the world agree
That they'd rather see our faces filled with flies
Oh, when I'd want to keep pink roses in our eyes
They say that I'm a 'tomboy'
But they wouldn't know the meaning of the word
They say that I'm a 'tomboy'
And I cringe like death when I hear that word

I didn't fall in love
Of course, it's never up to you
But she was walking back and forth
And I was passing through