Lyrics - Paroles de chansons

The cut rat-mime
Walking through the dirty streets
Of Paris in the hot August hea smile away
Just looking for a place to stay

The actress gave up
All her old dreams
And traded up now She is a queen
Royal families don't
Have time for that shit
Your crystal ball - you keep it hid

The tractor trailer driver radios :
Help me someone
I'm out here all alone
Truck driving
The black night away
Prayin' for the light of day

The kid in the mall works
A hawt dawg on a stick
His hat is a funny shape
His heart is a brick
Taking your order
He will look away
He doesn't have a thing to say

But me I'm doing
Pretty good as of now
I'm not so sure when
I got here or how
Sun melting the fake smile
Away
I think, you know, I'll be
Oka