Fiona Apple, celým jménem Fiona Apple Maggartová, je americká zpěvačka, hudebnice a autorka písní. Od dětsví navštěvovala hodiny klavíru. Ve dvanácti letech byla znásilněná. Aby překonala toto trauma z dětství začala psát písně a chodit na...
Píseň: Tymps The Sick In The Head Song
- Interpret:
- Fiona Apple
- Album:
- Extraordinary Machine
Those boon times went bust My feet of clay, they dried to dust The red isn't the red we painted Its just rust And the signature thing That used to bring a following I have trouble now Even remembering So why did I kiss him so hard Late last Friday night And keep on letting him change all my plans I'm either so sick in the head I need to be bled dry, to quit Or I just really used to love him I sure hope thats it I knew that to keep in touch Would do me deep in dutch Cuz it isn't the rush of remembering Its just mush And the signature thing Is only growing harrowing I should have no trouble now To keep from following So why did I kiss him so hard Late last Friday night And keep on letting him change all my plans I'm either so sick in the head I need to be bled dry, to quit Or I just really used to love him I sure hope thats it Those boon times went bust My feet of clay, they dried to dust The red isn't the red we painted Its just rust And the signature thing That used to bring a following I have trouble now Even remembering So why did I kiss him so hard Late last Friday night And keep on letting him change all my plans I'm either so sick in the head I need to be bled dry, to quit Or I just really used to love him Or I just really used to love him Or I just really used to love him I sure hope that's it
