She called pest control And when she was sprayed She never was bothered again
She wore western-style boots Foreshadowing things to come
I said I'm an artist in search of a medium She said I know And I said well I gotta go Looking back over my shoulder to see if she was sorry I was leaving Because I thought I was lying But I was going I was going I was gone
She called pest control When she was sprayed She never was bothered again...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
