Sweaters Lyrics & Chords By Nacho Picasso

this worn out sweater is slightly torn like the mouth of that old woman waiting for that phone and I hear a little laughter from my own cause I see so many sweaters that refuse...read more

I no longer love your mouth. I no longer love your eyes. I no longer love your eyes. I no longer love the color of your sweaters. I no longer love it. I no longer love the...read more

Mom makes us sweaters every year Our mom makes us sweaters every year Mine is red & George's is green Mine has an F and you know his has a G Now that we have got a job We...read more

Let's just say Beowulf was smaller than the other kids They would all pick on him but he had this trick He's close his eyes, cover his hears, and think of all the monsters he'd...read more