In your room, I'm listening to your song It's the best I've ever heard Your trembling chest is poking out Through the gaps between buttons on your shirt I've hung around here too long I've hung around here too long
I'm rushing out the backdoor with all I'd taken from our home I'm selling everything you gave me Making a fortune from that loan Voices call and reach me out across the ridge They shout “Thief! Thief!”, and you led the mob And your torch lit up the square
Well, that's done it now All I want is a Yamaha motorbike To ride and ridе and ride That's what I need To sit on the open road And ridе and ride I'll jilt you in broad daylight
The children stop their play Housewives stop work to watch Just to see me riding away Just to catch a glimpse of my brand new V-Max engine
That'll be the scene That's the story they recount every Sunday lunch To anyone interested or not To visitors, actors, travelling salesmen and cops But I always wished that I knew just what you thought Would you love someone like me If you knew you would not get caught? You led the village through the hills and chased me to a ditch But I would not lie down; I drove on This town is fuckTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
