Songtext von James Dean

Got just what I wanted Fell for the loose fitted jeans Pussy coated in his veins, smoke signals lifted babe The smoke signals are lifted babe I blame it on the weed And the lights at burning man Said he liked my lasers And he liked my Coltrane He said he liked my Coltrane He wasn't clean He came from the other side of the hip scene He kept his high to stay on his feet He kinda like James Dean He kinda like James Dean Kinda like He said love don't really matter, you can just be my Marilyn Cocaine sheets and bourbon, Adderall and panties He call that a Marilyn He told me I should call him and set up another event Maybe we can fuck again He kinda like James Dean Kinda like He kinda like James Dean He kinda like... He wasn't clean He came from the other side of the hip scene Kept high just to stay on his feet He kinda like James Dean He said love don't really matter, you can just be my Marilyn Love don't really matter, you can just be my Marilyn Love don't...