Bel Raske: Let's get out of this town
Bel Raske: I found God
Bel Raske: I found him in a lover
Bel Raske: When her hair falls in her face
Bel Raske: And her hands so cold they shake
Bel Raske: I found the devil
Bel Raske: I found him in a lover
Bel Raske: And her lips like tangerine
Bel Raske: And her color coded speak
Bel Raske: I found a martyr
Bel Raske: She told me that I'd never
Bel Raske: With her educated eyes
Bel Raske: Glasya
Bel Raske: darling, you can't let everything
Bel Raske: i paint my lips red
Bel Raske: down on the west coast
Bel Raske: i've got that summertime sadness
Bel Raske: i've got that summertime sadness
Bel Raske: i've got that summertime sadness
Bel Raske: i've got that summertime sadness
Bel Raske: i've got that summertime sadness
Bel Raske: i've got that summertime sadness
Bel Raske: i've got that summertime sadness