Common man, six foot tall he stands Waiting on his date for some company party in France And she's late, the boss man said "a quarter till eight" And as nine rolled around at his watch he's looking down, the ticking fate Oh the funny thing about love is it makes you wait
He wore his good shoes, now he's walking them home with the homesick blues Feeling like he fucked up, it's all right he'll get back up because he chooses to His over-coat, speckled with snow he walks alone Just then he turns his head and sees a girl of which they said the poets wrote
Don't hesitate my dear, don't wait put it all on the line I'm a leap of faith my dear, and I'm slipping down your spine I will wait my dear till I'm dead or the end of my time Or you let me know you're mine
He went insane; oh the thoughts or her tortured his brain So he re-traced his steps so he would not forget where she'd been But she was gone, just the scent of her lingered on So he lived all of his days with his head stuck in a maze half stoned
Don't hesitate my dear, don't wait put it all on the line I'm a leap of faith my dear, and I'm slipping down your spine I will wait my dear till I'm dead or the end of my time Or you let me know you're mine. Or you let me know you're mineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
