Ambré – Genesis3 Lyrics

Genesis3 – Ambré Lyrics

I'll be the fool (Yeah)

He's so damn optimistic

I'll make up my amend of broken glass

And rewrite every superstition (Ah-ah-ah)

Ain't it funny, funny, funny?

How we could make fifteen dollars stretch

Ain't it funny, funny, funny?

Now I'm the poorest one holding you back

I hope your disgust

Turns into love for me