The Stars Tell Me Everything I Need
Ask and ask until your hearts fulfilled
Reminiscing baby, I've had my fill
Rented a staircase, run to the door
Baby, I think you don't like me anymore
Take a hit, throw up your hands and preach
Virgo tourists, the stars tell me everything I need
Slam your hand on discount bins
Sell your kittens only to your friends
Beat off, sell it, make some more
Baby maybe this is why u don't love me anymore
Autor(es): Charlie Paso
