She's So Strange
Travis
She's so strange And she wore a black moustache And pilfered all the petty cash She went to Birmingham She'll soon be in the can She's so cruel And she knew what just what to do And while the cats were all sniffing glue They played their silly games And now they'll take the blame What she'd done And she didn't know quite what she did And they told her that she better had So now she starts to cry Without a reason why She's so poor And only now she's looking back Sees her story on a paperback What will become of her There's not much left for her90s a long red glare a perfect teenhood alternative alternative rock Ballad british britpop certain sundays in november emo indie indie pop indie rock Loved Songs Maarts melancholic nostalgia pop pop rock quality rock Scotland Rocks Scottish Scottish Bands sideflowers top ten artists Strange Currencies tracks i know travis
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