GIN WIGMORE: Sitting out here in the sun Played my heart like 21 Spend my time all crying Cos I just forget to laugh
BUTCH WALKER: Now everyone around me Is just always trying to sell me On the notion that you're not the one That I deserve to have
GIN WIGMORE: But if you'd just clean up your act
BUTCH WALKER: Tell me what you mean by that
BOTH: Maybe would should dance one more time Whoa--- (Yeah!)
Sweet hell I'm a little lonely in this tore up town Sweet hell Won't you come and find me in this big ole house Lock the door So we can bury these bones on the floor Oh, sweet hell I'm a little lonely, baby, where are you
GIN WIGMORE: Well, I got some roses at the door But who they're from and who they're for Might just need explaining So go on and get to that
BUTCH WALKER: Well, I can't believe you act like that
GIN WIGMORE: Well, I can't believe I want you back
BOTH: Maybe would should dance one more time Whoa--- (Yeah!)
Sweet hell I'm a little lonely in this tore up town Sweet hell Won't you come and find me in this big ole house Lock the door So we can bury these bones on the floor Oh, sweet hell I'm a little lonely, baby, where are you
Whoa--- x7
GIN WIGMORE: Sweet hell I'm a little lonely in this tore up town
BUTCH WALKER: Sweet hell Won't you come and find me in this big ole house, I said now
BOTH: Sweet hell I'm a little lonely in this tore up town Sweet hell Won't you come and find me in this big ole house (I said now) x3Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
