That could've been Abe Lincoln sportin' fifty dollar glasses Standing at the bar throwing all the girls passes Standing in the rain at the end of the line Trying to steal something that'll never be mine
She could've been Jean Harlow eating popcorn at the movies Still trying to get me to listen to them old Flamin' Groovies Standing on the corner of Hollywood and Vine Trying to find something that will never be mine
And you're fading slow Like a bloodstain on my sleeve And I'm learning faster and faster Just what it takes to leave What it takes to leave
Well I could've been a saint and not a rank backslider But I was praying in a cell, I was so deep inside of her Standing on the tracks with a bottle of wine Trying to find something that will never be mine
But you're fading slow Like a bloodstain on my sleeve And I'm learning faster and faster Just what it takes to leave
Well it could've been a blonde in that long red Cadillac Driving down the Avenue B, baby Screaming "Fuck you, daddy" I ain't ever coming back Staring out the window like an angel divine Just another kiss that will never be mine
And you're fading slow Like a bloodstain on my sleeve And I'm learning faster and faster Just what it takes to leave What it takes to leave What it takes to leave What it takes to leave Yeah, what it takes to leaveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
