Christine and the Queens - What's-Her-Face Lyrics
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What's-Her-Face
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What Are The Lyrics For What's-Her-Face By Christine and the Queens?
How their soft skin brings me pain
For each team has its captain Sun straight down as the game is done Proudly tired, out of breath for some It's been years since that playground It's been years since that playground My bubblin' face, tangled hair Like gloomy thoughts to separate Recreation looks easy for some Nosebleeds dismissed with a cruel hum It's been years since that playground It's been years since that playground I'm forever what's-her-face (Ever ever) (Ever ever, ever ever) (Ever ever, ever ever) Eyes closed and fast pace (Ever ever) (Ever ever, ever ever) (Ever ever, ever ever) It was hard to remember So my name became a slur A-more-or-less giving a faint strum Singing for sure, singing for none And that is why tonight I won't come And that is why tonight I won't come Their beads had ringing appeal If I'm not sick, that's how I feel See the dreamer, she's out to be found Seek the dreamer, she's out to be found It's been years since that playground It's been years since that playground I'm forever what's-her-face (Ever ever) (Ever ever, ever ever) (Ever ever, ever ever) Eyes closed and fast pace (Ever ever) (Ever ever, ever ever) (Ever ever, ever ever) (Ever-ever-ever) (Ever-ever, ever-ever) (Ever-ever, ever-ever) |
Who Wrote What's-Her-Face By Christine and the Queens?
Heloise Letissier
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What's The Duration Of The What's-Her-Face By Christine and the Queens?The duration of What's-Her-Face is 5:03 minutes and seconds. |
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