Letra de 3T4

Stop talking 'bout the weather
I'd like to feel fine
Dressed up in coated leather
You make up my mind

Keep swimming like no other
Not keen for a gent
Falling for her agenda
I'm not paying the rent

Confused about her gender
I wake up in doubt
Messed up I read her letter
I'm taking her out

Know your own
You might accept the things you want
Called alone
You might retail the things you own