Alanis Morissete все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
- I remain
How crass you stand before me with
No blood to fuel your fame,
How dare you wield such flippancy
Without requisite shame,
Your very existence becomes my sacred
Mission's bane,
You bow to kiss my hand
And I ignore ignited flame
- Ironic
An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery
And died the next day
It's a black fly
In your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon
Two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic...don't you think