Fastfood Widow letra

My stomach
Dance wobbly
Tiny folds of skin
It’s my own fault
And his fault and love

I want fries
And meat
With a bun, soft and sweet
I don’t like bread made out of cauliflowers, flowers

Fastfood widow is who I am
Can’t do anything
I'm going for some glans

Doesn’t help
Making love
Exercise and stuff
It’s my own fault
And his fault and love

I want to smoke and soar
Lay down, on the floor
I don’t like running 3 times a week
In an hour, an hour
I want to smoke and soar
Lay down, on the floor
I don’t like running 3 times a week
In an hour, an hour

Molina - Letras

• A New Day (feat. GB)
• Are They Gold?
• Cold
• El Aparecido
• Fastfood Widow
• Flowers
• Hey Girl
• Hey Kids
• Homesick
• I Am Your House
• Lo Vimos Venir
• Mike
• Navel
• Neverland
• Océano
• Organs
• Parásito
• Salvation
• Scorpio
• The Road From Here
• The Valleys of Tomé
• Vanilla Shell
• Vaporized
• Venus