Lyrics
And call a bad man mine, why do i hate the thing i chose Lamb, and call a bad man mine
And call a bad man mine, why did i plant a blood red vine
And call a bad man mine, poisoning the good things exaggerates the bad
And the lifer in the prison of your heart, why do i hate the thing i chose
o why did i pick the weakest rose
But the idler in the factory of your eyes, but the idler in the factory of your eyes
Why did i plant a blood red vine, is the very one to tear our love apart Little, and call a bad man mine
and call a bad man mine
And call a bad man mine, are the very ones i didn t want to find
And call-a bad man mine, hold me close my little lamb
but the drinkers in the bar room of your mind
fortune favours the brave and i love you so much
And the lifer in the prison of your heart, o why did i pick the weakest rose
and call-a bad man mine
Why do i hate the thing i chose, why do i hate the thing i chose Little, but the drinkers in the bar room of your mind
Are the very ones i didn t want to find, o why did i pick the weakest rose
Is the only one i truly now despise, and call a bad man mine
O why did i pick the weakest rose, but the idler in the factory of your eyes
And call a bad man mine, o why did i pick the weakest rose
is the only one i truly now despise
But the idler in the factory of your eyes, is the only one i truly now despise
O why did i pick the weakest rose, why did i plant a blood red vine
Why do i hate the thing i chose, o why did i pick the weakest rose Ilya, and call a bad man mine
But the drinkers in the bar room of your mind, o why did i pick the weakest rose
Hold me close my little lamb, fortune favours the brave and i love you so much, o why did i pick the weakest rose
poisoning the good things exaggerates the bad
Is the only one i truly now despise, fortune favours the brave and i love you so much Little, and call a bad man mine
is the only one i truly now despise
Why do i hate the thing i chose, and call a bad man mine
But the idler in the factory of your eyes, secretly the past comes in
But the idler in the factory of your eyes, but the drinkers in the bar room of your mind, why do i hate the thing i chose
are the very ones i didn t want to find
Why do i hate the thing i chose, o why did i pick the weakest rose
Is the only one i truly now despise, why do i hate the thing i chose
Are the very ones i didn t want to find, but i can t stand the sight of you looking unhappy
And the lifer in the prison of your heart, why did i plant a blood red vine
hold me close my little lamb
Fortune favours the brave and i love you so much, why do i hate the thing i chose, and call a bad man mine
are the very ones i didn t want to find
but i can t stand the sight of you looking unhappy
Is the only one i truly now despise, why do i hate the thing i chose Lamb, and call a bad man mine
are the very ones i didn t want to find
But the drinkers in the bar room of your mind, but i can t stand the sight of you looking unhappy
is the very one to tear our love apart