I came home tonight I felt like I'd die of loneliness Strange you think, popularity I'm looking for a simple life, life ain't simple I'm sick and tired, I don't wanna be alone I go to a party, but I don't really want to So now i'm sitting out here on my porch writing in the dark air, listening to my little black cat miau I'm trying to vent some of the terrible passion that's coursing through me There's something about you There's something about spending the afternoon asleep in your arms I hate you Fucker Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
