I met this girl, she looked like Axl Rose Got drunk and took her home and we slept in our clothes In the morning put my feet on the floor and thought Being awake never felt like this before And Julianne y'know she wouldn't approve Spent all day on the phone 'cause I had nothing to do Got rid of Axl by the afternoon Being awake never felt so clear and blue
That's all I knew Guess that I was innocent too I'll sing a song and it won't be the blues I don't miss Julianne
A friend she told me she felt sorry for me She said the truth would come crashing down on me That I'd be sorry but the truth of it is That I feel guilty for not giving a shit
I got my bag of trash I got my bag of trash I drag it up and down, I drag it up and down the road How could she miss a man Who drags a bag of trash down the road
This week I feel like I been born again I know that Julianne would have a fit She'd find a reason for the things that I did And gave me credit for the things that I've never been
That's all I knew Guess that I was innocent too I can try just as hard as I can But I don't miss Julianne Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
