She was tall and pale, she's the queen of her scene She hates the way I talk but she loves the way I sing She spends too much time being something she ain't When the smoke all clears there's always Someone to blame
When you spend all your time trying to make things right Guess you can't clean it up if it's broken inside Never wants to listen to single word I say No matter how much I ask her
I am what I am and I ain't what I ain't I'm not yet a killer, but I'm far from a saint I don't really think it matters what I do I don't think I'll ever be good enough for you
She doubted me like Thomas when I needed her like Paul Turned her back on me like Judas and let me take the fall She called me a traitor, she called me a lie She fed me to the lions and hung me She hung me out to dry
So I hear you got a new boy, he looks a lot like me I bet he can't sing like I sing So I'll just sit back, babe, and I'll play my part He may have your hand but I still got your heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
