The Girl B.C. Songtext
The girl you can′t talk about is
Running roundabouts in my head
And you never said a word
The girl you now live without found
A new place to settle down and upend
She made a mess of everything
The girl B.C. might've have been here before me
The girl B.C. was first to meet your family
The girl barely made an impression
Running roundabouts in my head
And you never said a word
The girl you now live without found
A new place to settle down and upend
She made a mess of everything
The girl B.C. might've have been here before me
The girl B.C. was first to meet your family
The girl barely made an impression
But I still feel I′m second to the girl B.C.
To the girl before me
The streets so dark
Walking by foot on shattered mirror
I broke the image myself
The girl B.C. might've have been here before me
The girl B.C. probably chose out these bedsheets
The girl loosely demands any attention
But I still feel I'm second to the girl B.C.
To the girl before me
To the girl before me
The streets so dark
Walking by foot on shattered mirror
I broke the image myself
The girl B.C. might've have been here before me
The girl B.C. probably chose out these bedsheets
The girl loosely demands any attention
But I still feel I'm second to the girl B.C.
To the girl before me
