"Do not disturb" on the door Pile of clothes on the floor Bedside manners, profane grammar I've seen this scene before
Ooh, it's got me down on my knees Begging but I won't say please Shell-shocked and rolling, bells are tolling But this won't be the end of me
If you don't want my diamonds, don't shake my tree Girl, you think you know what's good for me Flies in my eyes, but I can still see What you're doing to me
Put a knife in my back. Expect me to say "please"? With friends like these who needs enemies?
Fighting over rags Dirty fingers in the bag Parasites inside ya Ride the Black Mariah Thumbprints and toe tags
A million stone-cold miles Sore throats and empty vials My heart's been ravaged Torn apart and savaged But here I am, all smiles
If you don't want my diamonds, don't shake my tree Yeah, you think you know what's good for me Flies in my eyes, but I can still see What you're doing to me
Stab a knife in my back, and then you want a plead With friends like these who needs enemies?
Alright Wanna get gone All gone, long gone, gone Oh, wave my way All gone, long gone, gone And there was some way out All gone, long gone, gone Oh yeah, blow it yet, I get gone, baby All gone, long gone, gone On down the road, bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-bye, babe All gone, long gone, gone Oh yeah, ooh yeah, ain't that right? All gone, long gone, gone Ain't that right? Said goodbye-bye-bye-bye-bye Gone, yeah, said get-get gone, y'all Get gone, y'all, said bye-bye, y'all Said get gone, y'all, get-get-get-getTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
