Seven Songtext
von Jonathan Bree

There should be a better way
To play this hurting game
When you′re feeling like a fake
And you both just masturbate

Once I had a girl
As precious as a pearl
But the wayward wind
Was our undoing


You're eight point five
This one′s a seven
But we're six years
So she's better
And it′s a cruel fate
We can′t be honeymooners forever

When those lustful feelings go
And your heart is a yo-yo
And you're trying to do your best
To be happy with what′s left

You're eight point five
This one′s a seven
But we're six years
So she′s better
And it's a cruel fate
We can't be honeymooners forever