Paroles de Favourite

Rough around the edges Hates when people see him weak But I don't think he's thinking When he's all alone with me Blues turn to an auburn red I'll make my mark in his head I see his walls come down One by one One by one He writes poetry, but no one knows I think I love him 'cause no one knows He don't have a favourite colour He says: It's too hard to choose But I'm his favourite girl, ooh I'm his favourite Tells me all his secrets I promise that they'rе safe with me I know that no one's еver gotten this far in his dreams I watch his walls come down One by one One by one He writes poetry, but no one knows I think I love him 'cause no one knows He don't have a favourite colour He says: It's too hard to choose But I'm his favourite girl, ooh, ooh I'm his favourite I'm his favourite girl, ooh, ooh I'm his favourite girl He writes poetry, but no one knows No one knows I'm his favourite girl I'm his favourite girl I'm his favourite girl, ooh I'm his favourite, ooh