Better than a dozen roses More than a couple drinks On a sunny desert island, baby You'll be all I need
If another late night caller Comes knocking on my door For instant gratification I won't give it out no more
I used to call them all by name, now I call them
Stand-Ins wasting my time If I'd of planned it you'd already be mine So come and claim your ground and save me now From all of those Stand-Ins wearing me out
One time I thought I found you Good thing I let him go Cause you would never treat me badly, baby When that feeling comes I'll know
And you're the reason why I call them
Stand-Ins wasting my time If I'd of planned it you'd already be mine So come and claim your ground and save me now From all of those Stand-Ins wearing me out
To that High School sweetheart that I first took home To that New York drummer I should've left alone That painter, that surfer, that Wall Street banker To that Jesus lover that called me he's savoir Well, I call them...
Stand-Ins wasting my time If I'd of planned it you'd already be mine So come and claim your ground and save me now From all of those Stand and Ins From all of those Stand and InsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
