Leaving home tonight Gimme a ride Paint my lips and nails rebel black
I'm not coming back Leaving home tonight Gimme a ride Paint my lips and nails rebel black I'm not coming back
Yesterday you told me I'm dying here, let's get outta here
Nothing's here I would miss With my hair waving on the breeze Somebody's arm over my shoulder And no use in having to grow older
Nothing's here to make me stay When the sun flares in an ashtray And neon lights shine down right on me Am I still young and finally free
Gonna make my living on Writing silly songs Leaning outta window to cry Love is not a crime Gonna make my living on Writing silly songs Leaning outta window to cry Love is not a crime
Yesterday you told me I'm dying here, let's get outta here
Nothing's here I would miss With my hair waving on the breeze Somebody's arm over my shoulder And no use in having to grow older
Nothing's here to make me stay When the sun flares in an ashtray And neon lights shine down right on me Am I still young and finally freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
