Que Parezca Un Accidente

Trust me from six o'clock,
there's nothing to scratch out there,
just particles of emotions behind
of cut drugs.
The window was always a real solution,
to throw myself and dodge
your wholemeal freckles,
its bad tricks.

But it's still not enough
and you're not going to tell me what's there.
I'm going to pour out whatever I want,
it's what Frank would do.

Maybe because it doesn't come out of me,
it will be my perfect plan for you.
Make it look like an accident and not
a crime of passion.

I drank whiskey and danced suit Jaym,
had half won.
Two fairies stood behind
our looks.
Damn city flower,
lethal heart,
It's too late to regret
the times you called me Satan in a week.

But it's still not enough
and you're not going to tell me what's there.
I'm going to pour out whatever I want,
it's what Frank would do.

Maybe because it doesn't come out of me,
it will be my perfect plan for you.
Make it look like an accident and not
a crime of passion.
Maybe because it doesn't come out of me,
it will be my perfect plan for you.
Make it look like an accident and not
a crime of passion
Maybe because it doesn't come out of me,
it will be my perfect plan for you.
Make it look like an accident and not
a crime of passion