I got a wrong mind to keep you satisfied In golden light on a weekday afternoon When he comes home I'll sneak out the back porch What are we doing? Hot lies and sex and ceremony…
When I get home I watch the television There is nothing new Why don't he look at you? He don't look at you!
I feel I've overstayed my welcome once again It's not my home, in fact I'm not sure where home is for me If not warm in your arms, I can't say with certainty I surrender all control of what's to be (repeat)
When I get home I watch the television There is nothing new Why don't he look at you? He don't look at you!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
