You're looking in the mirror on your wall You're talking diamonds I don't see them at all
Tired of hanging in this old dirty town Tired of having friends hanging around
You got a glimpse down in New Orleans Of a nightmare that was your dream
You're looking in the mirror on your wall You're talking diamonds I don't see them at all
Just tell me If you need me If you don't Why don't you let it goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.