Michael Aldag – balayage Lyrics

Feed your dog, don’t die Don’t live your life on a fault line
If he breaks your heart, don’t let him back
Men never change and you should know that
He invites you round for the night
And he’s sweet till he gets what he wants

Then his charm won’t
there’s cold his eyes used heat
His on your he grabs you like meat, and
You for he says, what’s aftercare?
over stores for half the night, don’t you love here?

He doesn’t hate you yet, but he’s there
Got you his phone just better hair
it’s fair And back at photos him now
He’s on the home, got you singing
gets gets streets

don’t don’t me
He don’t hold me, gets his sheets
don’t don’t me
I’m going bed
He’s he’s a head

He could’ve and you wanted different things
he didn’t, he’s at communicating
you a hole your heart
And he for her balayage
when he gets bored, she too burned

He’s never your just your turn
gets gets streets
don’t don’t me
He don’t hold me, gets his sheets
don’t don’t me
I should focus on for a while
It’s been a I’ve smile
I’ll all the once I’ve done the denial