Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cleveland, OH, artist - John Floreani. Date of issue: 03.03.2016
Song language: English
Cleveland, OH |
| And I was surprised in a Cleveland car park |
| In the corner, my new Texas sweetheart |
| The perfect setting for an awkward first kiss |
| You were smiling, so my lips met your teeth |
| You pushed me back into my bed with your eyes |
| You shift your hips to help your underpants pass your thighs |
| I couldn’t see you through the dark, but I could hear your voice |
| Whisper, «never let the distance catch us» |
| You told me that you’ve known a lot of assholes |
| Hey, I’m an asshole but I’d never treat you wrong |
| No more fighting, no more whiskey or cocaine |
| I can change if you promise to love me |
| I’d rather die on the plane flight home |
| Than disappoint you in the years to come |
| Let me crash into the ocean |
| Let the water fill my lungs |
| I’d rather die on the plane flight home |
| Than disappoint you in the years to come |
| Let me crash into the ocean |
| Let the water fill my lungs |
| Everything changed when that boy got hit |
| He fell and bashed his brains on the concrete |
| And I was thinking, «what the fuck’s so wrong with me |
| That’d make you sit by his bed for four long days» |
| And, oh, I know you said you were just friends |
| But I guess I’m not as stupid as you think |
| I’ve been waiting for a late night accident |
| Burning holes in my ceiling from my bed |
| Tell me — do you have a thing for the bad kid? |
| I heard he’s packing heat, and sells prescription meds |
| I would’ve killed that motherfucker with my bare hands |
| But I changed for you, 'cause you promised |
| I’d rather die on the plane flight home |
| Than disappoint you in the years to come |
| Let me crash into the ocean |
| Let the water fill my lungs |
| I’d rather die on the plane flight home |
| Than disappoint you in the years to come |
| Let me crash into the ocean |
| Let the water fill my lungs |
| If the bad boys are what you want |
| I can show you bad, I can show you bad |
| If the bad boys are what you want |
| I can show you bad, I can show you bad |
| You want a boy that makes his mother cry |
| You want a boy that drinks, so he can sleep at night |
| And all his friends are at needle’s edge |
| With seatbelt tourniquets in the passenger seat |
| A boy addicted to another’s sheets |
| When every girl means no more than the last one did |
| Read the stories on my hands |
| And my broken bones |
| And the scars on my legs |
| If the bad boys are what you want |
| I can show you bad, I can show you bad |
| If the bad boys are what you want |
| I can show you bad |
| I can show you bad |
| I can show you bad |