Sham
So, this is the story
Of when a porcelain figurine,
Met somebody in the costume of Prince Charming
Oooooh... ehhhhhh.
He took her for a walk.
She thought it was paradise!
He caressed her heart with words. She thought he was perfect!
Oooohhh... so perfect!
When he knew she was in love,
He took out feathers for caresses,
But they were daggers lacerating her heart Oooooohhh... so smoothly,
She felt nothing!
He's a sham, sham, sham.
He's a sham, sham, sham, sham.
Warts sprouted from his skin,
Ripping Prince Charming's costume,
Looking like ignited charcoal balls.
The costume couldn't hold the dragon anymore.
Touch him and you'll burn.
Run or you'll get hurt.
Run or you'll be ash.
Cause he's a dragon throwing daggers.
He's a dragon spitting fire.
And he wants to blow away the fumes of your essence...
He's a sham, sham, sham,
He's a sham, sham, sham, sham.
He's a sham, sham, sham.
He's a sham, sham, sham, sham.
In the gardens of paradise,
Ripping the flowers that dressed them up,
The walls of a thorn maze rised up.
The gardens couldn't hold the wangle anymore.
Of when a porcelain figurine,
Met somebody in the costume of Prince Charming
Oooooh... ehhhhhh.
He took her for a walk.
She thought it was paradise!
He caressed her heart with words. She thought he was perfect!
Oooohhh... so perfect!
When he knew she was in love,
He took out feathers for caresses,
But they were daggers lacerating her heart Oooooohhh... so smoothly,
She felt nothing!
He's a sham, sham, sham.
He's a sham, sham, sham, sham.
Warts sprouted from his skin,
Ripping Prince Charming's costume,
Looking like ignited charcoal balls.
The costume couldn't hold the dragon anymore.
Touch him and you'll burn.
Run or you'll get hurt.
Run or you'll be ash.
Cause he's a dragon throwing daggers.
He's a dragon spitting fire.
And he wants to blow away the fumes of your essence...
He's a sham, sham, sham,
He's a sham, sham, sham, sham.
He's a sham, sham, sham.
He's a sham, sham, sham, sham.
In the gardens of paradise,
Ripping the flowers that dressed them up,
The walls of a thorn maze rised up.
The gardens couldn't hold the wangle anymore.
Credits
Writer(s): Gina Chaverri
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