crossed a dead cat and the stench still haunts my dreams I hear hubcaps pop on potholes in the street sullen faces floating all up to no good you can't trust anybody in my neighborhood
you will pocket precious letters that I've sent in desparation so complacent that its sexy
tri city hospital watches me sleeping I hear a hospital's voice in my sleep it says that someone is waiting to love you into meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
