Song parody of
Hills
by Jonny Rossa
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A subliminal message
I wrote on the back of my hand
I wanted to impress you
I should have sent it on a postcard
A fast break to stop light
We needed to get out of our heads
Stop trying to impress me
I'm busy worrying about the time
You held my hand
I won't say it out loud
Don't you understand
I fell in love with the shape and the feeling
All that I can do is hope that you believe it
Second guess, third tries, it seems I lost my charm
Light walks, thin breeze, hearts beating
All that I can do is hope that you believe it
Second chance, third strikes, just get in the car
And we can head for the hills
Blacktop all around us
I think I'm suffocating in my dreams
Lungs full of asbestos
You said we need a little blue and green
To scrub our souls
I won't say it out loud
But I know you know
I fell in love with the shape and the feeling
All that I can do is hope that you believe it
Second guess, third tries, it seems I lost my charm
Light walks, thin breeze, hearts beating
All that I can do is hope that you believe it
Second chance, third strikes, just get in the car
And we can head for the hills
A subliminal message
I wrote on the back of my hand
I wanted to impress you
I should have sent it on a postcard
A fast break to stop light
We needed to get out of our heads
Stop trying to impress me
I'm busy worrying about the time
You held my hand
I won't say it out loud
Don't you understand
I fell in love with the shape and the feeling
All that I can do is hope that you believe it
Second guess, third tries, it seems I lost my charm
Light walks, thin breeze, hearts beating
All that I can do is hope that you believe it
Second chance, third strikes, just get in the car
And we can head for the hills
Blacktop all around us
I think I'm suffocating in my dreams
Lungs full of asbestos
You said we need a little blue and green
To scrub our souls
I won't say it out loud
But I know you know
I fell in love with the shape and the feeling
All that I can do is hope that you believe it
Second guess, third tries, it seems I lost my charm
Light walks, thin breeze, hearts beating
All that I can do is hope that you believe it
Second chance, third strikes, just get in the car
And we can head for the hills
