Oh Mr Reed, do you mind I didn't notice I could see, that you had both feet, not quite on the ground Oh Mr Reed, do you think I didn't see you Crying in the foyer, after midnight, by the telephone booth Men, trapped in their own web Men, with power but no friends Men, who make demands with the future in their hands Are fragile, I know know Oh Mr Reed, why did you start to look away I was asking a very important question, about your life Oh Mr Reed, you know I'm trying to explain, that there's Something, about you, I quite like Men trapped in their own web Men with power but no friends Men locked in their own head Men so easily lead Oh Mr Reed... Oh Mr Reed, I'm trying to explain, that there's Something about you I quite like Men, never know Men, their egos show Men, just can't let go Men, and the seed they sowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
