It's as simple as something that nobody knows That her eyes are as big as her bubbly toes On the feet of a queen of the hearts of the cards And her feet
I know she said it's alright But you can make it up next time I know she knows it's not right There ain't no use in lying Maybe she thinks I know something
Hermit crabs and cowrie shells Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you He's waving at you Lift him up to see what you can see He begins his focusin
Brushfire fairytales Itsy bitsy diamond wells Big fat hurricanes Yellow belly given names Well shortcuts can slow you down And in the end we're bound
I got a faulty parachute, I got a stranger's friend An excitin' change in my butchers blend A symbol on the ceilin' with the flick of a switch Yeah, my
Everyone laughed at her joke As if they never even heard it before And maybe they were truly amused But every word that she spoke was a bore And maybe
She's got it all figured out She knows what everything's about And when anybody doubts her Or sings songs without her She's just so, hmm She knows the
Well, he's not necessarily trying to say that he minds it But someone plays evil tricks on that kid He's not necessarily trying to say God can't be trusted
Saturday mornin' and it's time to go One day these could be the days but who could have known Loadin' in the back of a pickup truck Ridin' with the boys
Lookin' at himself But wishing he was someone else Because the posters on the wall They don't look like him at all So he ties it up, he tucks it in He
Sexy sexy made up of Plexi disaster Pushin' and pullin', conservative rollin' Unlike plastic, easier to see through Just like glass with no ring Softer
Drink the water drink it down This time I know I'm bound to spit it back up I didn't want this salty substitute Just not going to do I need some air If
(VERSE ONE) I woke up this morning A rainbow filled the sky Yes I woke up this morning A rainbow filled the sky Well that was God telling me Everything
A billion people died on the news tonight But not so many cried at the terrible sight Well mama said, "It's just make believe You can't believe everything
Traduction: Jack Johnson. Brushfire Fairytales.
: Well he's not necessarily trying to say that he minds it But someone plays evil tricks on that kid Well he's not necessarily trying to say god can
: Sexy sexy made up of plexi disasters Pushing and pulling conservative rolling Unlike plastic, easier to see through Just like glass with no ring
: Brushfire fairytales Itsy bitsy diamond wells Big fat hurricanes Yellow bellied given names Well shortcuts can slow you down And in the end we