A Grenade that used to Hold on my Hair (исполнитель: The Cake Maker (Bruno Mars Vs Lady Gaga Vs Etta James)
Whenever I'm dressed cool, My parents put up a fight. (Uh huh, uh huh) And if I'm hot shot, Mom will cut my hair at night. (Uh huh, uh huh) Gave you all I had And you tossed it in the trash, You tossed it in the trash, you did. To give me all your love is all I ever asked cause What you don't understand, Is i'd catch a grenade for ya. Throw my hand on the blade for ya, I'd jump in front of a train for ya. You know I'd do anything for ya. Sometimes I get a good feeling I get a feeling that I never, never had before Sometimes I want some Racoon or red highlights. (Uh huh, uh huh) Just because I want my friends, To think I'm dynamite. (Uh huh, uh huh) And on Friday rocks city, High school dance. (Uh huh, uh huh) I got my bangs too high, That I don't stand a chance. (Uh huh, uh huh) a chance. What you don't understand, Is i'd catch a grenade for ya. Throw my hand on the blade for ya, I'd jump in front of a train for ya. You know I'd do anything for ya. Sometimes I get a good feeling I get a feeling that I never, never had before Sometimes I get a good feeling I get a feeling that I never, never had before I just want to be free, I just want to be me And I want lots of friends who invite me to their parties. I don't wanna change, and I don't wanna be ashamed. I'm the spirit of my Hair, it's all the glory that I bare. I am my hair, I am my hair I'm my hair, I am my hair I am my hair, I am my hair I am my hair, I am my hair (It's all the glory that I bare) If my body was on fire Ooh you would watch Me burn down in flames. You said you loved me You're a liar cause You never ever ever did baby... Is i'd catch a grenade for ya. And I don't wanna live that way Reading into every word you say You said that you could let it go And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know... But you didn't have to cut me off Make out like it never happened And that we were nothing And I don't even need your love But you treat me like a stranger And that feels so rough You didn't have to stoop so low Have your friends collect your records And then change your number I guess that I don't need that though Now you're just somebody that I used to know somebody...