LETRA 'STRIPES'
We work when we work, somehow it works
for what it’s worth, we work it out
worse comes to worst, we’ll be worse for wear
word to the wise, we worth the route
west of wherever we’re about to be
where our whereabouts and our wishes meet
somewhere like summer
when in rome, why not roam
when in rome
tell me where you wanna go, tell me where you wanna go