Lyrics › Broken Glass

14. července 2012 v 20:13 | Sabine |  Victorious › Lyrics
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 mother's face
It's fun to mow your daddy's 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.
Of broken glass.

I like nice girls with gum disease
I like to tickle people's 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 whatcha gonna do about it? HUH?

But broken glass will tell you lies.
Bleed your soul and blind your eyes.
Just like a lemon with a side of fries.
You better be aware of broken glass.. of broken glass..
(harmonica solo)

Mmm, children that glass, sure looks 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-witch...
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 could surpass
This song we sing
About broken glass.

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