Played from the bottom of your heart That is why it is so sad Are we supposed to listen to when
When your loving becomes fine art And when something really hits you You strum your guitar
And you write another song about your girlfriend and her bed Or you write another song about a woman that you met at a bar
Sung from the bottom of your heart Well, I have to say I’m sorry I didn’t realise how empty it was
When the World War starts Relieved by the fame that saves you You see your chance
And you write another song about your girlfriend and her bed Or you write another song about a woman that you met at a bar
And you call her “baby” And you call her “honey”, too And you call her “baby” And you call her “honey”, too
Then you write another song about your girlfriend and her bed And you write another song about a woman that you met at a barTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
