Zara Larsson - Secret

Messy hair wide eyes,
Bored as hell simple life,
Yeah she's a cocktail waitress,
To work then home,
That's all she knows.

She lives alone,
Turns off her phone,
She locks the door,
draw the curtains leave it all behind.

A riddle you can read it,
She keeps it closed keeps it lo-locked up,
She's living trough a secret,
The only thing that makes her feel alive.

Alive, alive
Alive
Alive, alive

Back to work next day,
Brings the check getting paid,
Well she's the cocktail waitress.


She grabs her coat,
While shutting doors,
She's setting off.

Turns off her phone,
Forgetting all,
The only thing that makes her feel alive.

Alive, Alive
Alive,
Alive, alive

She's walking over creaky floors,
She hears the city pounding at the door,
She's never gonna let them know,
But the only thing that makes her feel alive.

Alive, alive
Alive
Alive x8

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