Girls — Kids in Glass Houses: текст песни

You order margaritas for your friends In the trendy bars at the world's end I can see death there consoling old girlfriends Says there's a guest list place down in heaven

It's a familiar feeling I'm high as the ceiling And I'm never ever coming down

Those dirty girls, girls Are gonna steal your heart away Their naughty words, words That take the devils breath away Inside your world, world Like plastic Californ-i-a Those dirty girls, girls Are gonna have their wicked way With you

You put the fun back into the funeral You've got your head, back, feet on the table You speak the strangest tongues with your close friends To decorate the walls of your weekend

And when you've got them kneeling They look less appealing But you're never ever coming down

With you I guess it's just something For boys don't like to Talk, talk, talk about