CAPS Songtext
von Pretty Moi

Hand in my pocket
Pulling out the cash
High hopes of fun

It′s the thrill that I seek tonight
And you'll need some luck
When you come back down

Spinning around in circles, and getting lost
Man I got to move
Moving across dimensions, I′m getting lost
I just got to move

You're feeling all sentimental right at the club


What can go wrong
What can go wrong
What can go wrong
What can go wrong

Making eye contact with moillers, it's alright
I feel good about myself
Not one single thought found behind your sore throat
And you know it feels like shit
You′re a gift from satan himself

(Reflections, I don′t know no more, and that's kind of fun
I feel like this, no answer to this, simply no right or wrong

You feel like you′re standing naked behind your words
What can go wrong
What can go wrong
What can go wrong
What can go wrong