By Ben Folds, Adelaide
On a plane
Far from the United States
Of LA
Dropping in from
By Ben Folds, Son, look at all the people in this restaurant
What do
By Ben Folds, Smile
Like you've got nothing to prove
No matter what you might
By Ben Folds, Adelaide
On a plane
Far from the united states
Of LA
Dropping in from
By Ben Folds, Bitches ain't shit, bitches ain't shit
Bitches ain't shit but hoes
By Ben Folds, Oh no, love just leaves you bruised
If you want to
By Ben Folds, Well, my dog wears
A path in the same line
And lately
By Ben Folds, You were drunk and you were surely
In Latino lover mode
We
By Ben Folds, Yesterday I got so old
I felt like I could die
Yesterday
By Ben Folds, I know that you're in there
I can see you
You're saying
By Ben Folds, I'm 'trolling food court for girls
Yeah, it's the best job
By Ben Folds, Pale, pubescent beasts roam through the streets and coffee shops
Their
By Ben Folds, I must give the impression
That I have the answers for
