Letras
Imitation, red carnation
Nothing is new and neither are you
It's what you say you don't do
Bottom of your well, that's where you fell
Majorette, like there's nothing left
If there was nothing left to lose
Then you'd have something to prove
And you would never tip your hat
Has it come to that?
Watch it spin like that
Watch you spin like that
Watch you spin like that
Watch you spin like that
Watch you spin like that
Watch you spin like that
Watch you spin like that
