Come on and meet me when I get home Without you even asking I’ll shovel all the snow
And you’ll never sell the house We’ll always have our own room Me, my sister and the cat
The man you danced with was most certainly too old He wouldn’t tell But I think the stale smell gave away Come dementia you’ll be kicking yourself
Come on and meet me when I get home Greet me with the high beams Of your very own new car
I would be lying if I said There will always be another But better safe than sorry again
The man you danced with was most certainly too old He wouldn’t tell But I think the stale smell gave away Spare my childish ears, stop kicking yourself And let goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
