Oh, the last time I saw Paul I was horrible and almost let him in But I stopped and caught the wall and my mouth got dry So all I did was take him for a spin
Yeah, we hopped inside my car And I drove in circles 'round the freight train yard And he turned the headlights off Then he pulled the bottle out, and then he showed me what is love
I'll be your morning bright, goodnight, shadow machine I'll be your record player, baby, if you know what I mean I'll be your real tough cookie with the whiskey breath I'll be your killer in a thriller and the cause of our death
In the blossom of the months I was sure that I'd get driven off with thought So I swallowed all of it As I realized there was no one who could kiss away my shit
I'll be your morning bright, goodnight, shadow machine I'll be your record player, baby, if you know what I mean I'll be your real tough cookie with the whiskey breath I'll be your killer in a thriller and the cause of our death
Paul, I know you said that you'd take me any way I came or went But I'll push you from my bed See, you're gentle, baby, I couldn't stay I'd only bring you pain
I was your starry-eyed lover and the one that you saw I was your hurricane rider and the woman you call We were just two moonshiners on the cusp of a breath And I've been burning for you, baby, since the minute I leftTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
