Jazz Hands - Champions of Breakfast | Текст песни

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• Jazz Hands
• Champions of Breakfast

I don't like to play with toys.
I gave that up when I was 13.
It's why I don't like the way you twist and bend.
Tiny hands, plastic bodies,
with all intentions to make you happy.
But I don't believe in that bullshit anymore.
Sometimes I wish that I was still a kid.
I still have all my toys.
I've hidden them under my bed,
along with their plastic dreams.