I got string in my pocket It holds things I forget Deep down digging sometimes gets to me My wallet is soaking wet The screeching rises like a chain Throw it in with a clang and a bang She knew she was flower skirt pretty at night
On the bus ears are all sharpened The cracked cement sky is a tomb Christmas rushes washing dishes Wrinkled eyes for the bride and groom She hardly spoke any English But they got along alright He knew she was flower skirt pretty at night
He tries not to be a cynic Knows there's nothing funny in it Deadwood submarines under bridges Sunglasses for nine ninety-nine The prices all have gone up They'll sleep on the river bank Who would see she was flower skirt pretty at nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
