But I’m aching bad for you, I’m aching bad for me. It's going pretty well but I'm not feeling free.
And I know my heart's not golden different time and different poem won't you try to search for another Mr. Fine
Where do you go at night? I wouldn' t cry, dear son Where do you go at night? I wouldn't try to run
But I’m aching bad for you, I’m aching bad for me. And I’m just too fucking sure I’m never feeling free
But I know my heart's not golden Different time and different poem Won’t you try to search for another Mr. Fine
Where do you go at night? I wouldn' t cry dear son Where do you go at night? I wouldn't try to run
'Cause everybody’s doing just what they can (you’re the one that I want the only one I want)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.