Tekster: Queers, The. I Don't Get It.

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Thinking out loud on a marshmallow cloud

'cause the sun is still in hiding

I won't go back as a matter of fact

and I'll put that in writing



If I never see you then I'll never cry all night

like a kid with a bellyache again

you know too much sugar always made me oh so sick and I always regret it in the end



I don't get it I don't get it why don't you do away

I don't want you sending any candy kisses my way

I don't get it I don't get it why don't you go away

now I'm getting back up on my feet

'cause I thought that we agreed

that it don't make sense to be more than friends

when it's always bitter and sweet



If I never see you then I'll never cry all night

like a kid with a bellyache again

you know too much sugar always made me oh so sick and I always regret it in the end