Donuts Songtext
von Maria Uzor

I′m a knife edge, I'm the wilderness
I′m a Pisces, but if I feel Septemberish
I might just step up and pull my neck up
And it's not tough like this, and it's not tough like this

Mama needs her donuts, I need my silence
Like the stuff on Mars, like the stuff on Mars
′Cause if I make exceptions and let the static in
Then what′s the sense in this? Then what's the sense in this?
Mama needs her...
Mama needs her...
Mama needs her...


I′m my best friend, I'm my nemesis
I′m the infantile of a thousand years
And if it suits you, sister, and there's no suffering
Then what′s the harm in this? Then what's the harm in this?

Mama needs her donuts, I need my silence
Like the stuff on Mars, like the stuff on Mars
'Cause if I make exceptions and let the static in
Then what′s the sense in this? Then what′s the sense in this?
Mama needs her...
Mama needs her...
Mama needs her...
Mama needs her...
Mama needs her...