You can talk about the answer But it's written on your pale wet chin I know about the dancer That you lived with, in Houston
She was pretty, blonde, good family Rode horses back and forth just to pass the time Couldn't take them with you You went sailing out just to pass the time
Don't tell me I'll be fine Don't say that it's in my mind And you're waiting on him Are you waiting on the answer you forgot
Back in my mother's house, a gypsy Fairgrounds, she trampled them Made windows for tall buildings And the men in the factory where her only friends
Don't tell me I'll be fine Don't say that it's in my mind And you're waiting on him Are you waiting on the answer you forgot
Open up a bit Don't blame it on yourself, just yet I know your fingers on the answer But the blossoms bloom while the dancer waits by the wall By the wallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
