Текст песни Texas Is South

Good evening, miss.
All I ever do is wish things were different.
This envy is destroying me, and it is obvious.
I'm looking to put a bullet into the tile floor.
Mark this.
I want to say something:
We were blessed, but now IU wet my lips and wait for them to dry.Devil Wears Prada, The - Texas Is South - http://ru.motolyrics.com/devil-wears-prada-the/texas-is-south-lyrics.html
The lust of the dress.
The thought of her lips reverent smile.
These letters I've wrote are shackled to my chest.
Her tentalization.
She is misconception.
Good evening, miss.