Il testo della Ggiibbyy

I'll take my "feel-good" for your "gonna be"'s
You make my half your witch my chance to be
And with your "feel good" love you're gonna make it pan
I can't take a bit of "know your ways"
Forget "we were" left me overhead
I can't make it go away

Eat fried chicken, be happy dastardly.
Time is every big meat salary
Find that car-seat set to go with everything.
As with most of my age, show it.
Forget "we were" left me overhead
I can't make it go away