Sneezing on the terrace tall Reminded of the time I met the law I should tell you something I didn't start a fight The feeling of taking someone's life Seems it happened some years ago (?) light and bend the truth She said he tried to take me Through a blurry sight Pressed up against this (?) wife Got the drunken letter home Appearing thought the telephone And I'm trembling at the thought Palpitating at the thought You were walking ahead that night Rushing back to do things, this and that It might've been a Sunday, or the day before Tommy came along for the stroll I never could tell what occupied A face creates a faithful taste The police they found me To (?) the news Help recollect, respond to use She dragged him down a corridor Before you know, they're through the door Please come into my blue bar Strips against the bedroom wall Hide the whole thing, yeah we did Persuade as though we're left to live Nothing new to hide They loyal (?) is prideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
