Besedila: Incubus. Martini.

She was a new mini-beauty queen
Money drugs magazines
That didn't do nothing
Nah didn't do nothing

They gave her diamonds, shiny boys
City speak, every joy
That didn't do nothing
No nothing for her

You can lead a horse to water
But you can't expect it to drink
Now ain't that something, now
ain't that something
Yeah when the world is at your gate
That won't satiate
Why are you crying
If you work for nothing at all?

Don't be a fly in my martini, baby come on down
That roof is high and I'm not climbing tonight
Come down and I'll give you
something (hey!) to cry about

Fast cars, (putcha in) bars
Trial and it drown in the scars
It won't do nothing, it won't do nothing
Even the best frame won't change
Your wet paint and you choose the
mona lisa, the mona lisa
you've got to dry your eyes baby
I know it's your party and you
Cry if you want, cry if you want to
Yeah when the world is at your gate
And that don't fill your plate
Why are you crying?
If you work for nothing at all

[x3]
don't be a fly in my martini, baby come on down
That roof is high and I'm not climbing tonight
Come down and I'll give you
something (hey!) to cry about

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