Оригинален текст
Down in the parking window
I want to make my way
Into the faces flooded
The window spitting gold
But it is so cold
They make my teeth all chatter
Hate it
I like it
I don't know what it is
Down in the parking window
I want to make my way
Into the faces flooded
The window spitting gold
But it is so cold
They make my teeth all chatter
Hate it
I like it
I don't know what it is