Red Cheeks
She likes the guy with the red cheeks and She doesn't give a damn about me
See, I dont have those red cheeks
So I guess Iv got to leave
She misses a boy with the red cheeks
And she will never miss me
I am an interesting one to talk to
But Ill never be good enough
I never be good enough
I fear
I dream of a girl She's left me
She doesnt need me at all
She's met a boy he looks like
Got under compressor
Travolta John
Dont want to stop
Thinking about her
Cause it feels so wrong
Too many idiots, too many prophets
I am seek and tired
God doesn't hear me anymore
“Praying is a waste of time”
I dont want to be alone
ITs silly I know “ she is not
My type “
Too many idiots Too many prophets
I am sick and tired
She likes the guy with the red cheeks and
She doesn't give a damn about me
See, I dont have those red cheeks
So I guess Iv got to leave
She misses a boy with the red cheeks
And she will never miss me
I am an interesting one to talk to
But Ill never be gonna be
Never gonna be
