Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Marilyn Monroe , by - Jamie T. Song from the album Magnolia Melancholia, in the genre Иностранная авторская песняRelease date: 05.04.2015
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
Marilyn Monroe |
| It’s all in a heartbeat, it’s all in a whole slow |
| It’s just like the fever, pay for nothing at all |
| Well, it’s just like the movies, go straight to America |
| Stocking up on ephra, know nothing at all |
| Well, I’ve been in a heartache, I go where I’m rolling |
| I feel like nothing, no, nothing at all |
| Well, I know nothing, no see, no nothing at all |
| When the beat of the drum gets you down, kicks you back up |
| Well, I know nothing, no see, no nothing at all |
| When the beat of the drum gets you down, kicks you back up |
| Well, it’s just like the movies, sitting in a whole slow |
| It’s just like the fever, hit out on the cold |
| Well, I’m just like a grown up, I’m just like a hollow |
| I feel like the fever that hit Marilyn Monroe |
| Well, I know nothing, no see, no nothing at all |
| When the beat of the drum gets you down, kicks you back up |
| Well, I know nothing, no see, no nothing at all |
| When the beat of the drum gets you down, kicks you back up |
| Well, it’s just like the movies |
| Well, birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar |
| I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back |
| I’m the god of Mars and then here comes Peter |
| All they got to say is you ain’t coming back |
| Well, birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar |
| I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back |
| I’m the god of Mars and then here comes Peter |
| All they got to say is you ain’t coming back |
| Birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar |
| I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back |
| I’m the god of Mars and then here comes Peter |
| All they got to say is you ain’t coming back |
| Well, birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar |
| I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back |
| I’m the god of Mars, there’s a brand new creature |
| Hiding on the floor all under your cat-flap |
| Well, birds are dinosaurs, Julius Caesar |
| I’mma paint my face red, a stab in the back |
| I’m the god of Mars, there’s a brand new creature |
| Hiding on the floor all under your cat-flap |