Little Fourth of July Songtext
von Petite League

I call you Little Fourth of July
A broken cloudy day still lights up the sky
I bled out of the tiger′s mouth
When I was 17, when I was 17


I love you like a wasp loves honey
Sell my soul for some of that Young Money
I love you like an upstate winter
Makes my word go from sweet to bitter

I've seen the world spin
I′ve seen the suburban sin
I wrote about growing pains through a Sparkling youth
When I was 17, when I was 17.

I love you like a wasp loves honey
Sell my soul for some of that Young Money
I love you like an upstate winter
Makes my word go from sweet to bitter