On the third floor of the hotel there's a pregnant Flamenco dancer In the bathtub with a razor and she's planning her great escape
In a way she's giving up on herself, whoooa Either way she's giving up some of herself, whoooa
In the backyard there's a small boy playing soldiers with an army ranger In the front room there's a mother to the small boy, She's a total stranger In a way she's giving up on herself, whoooa Either way she's giving up some of herself, whoooa
Love is only what you give up Life isn't what you get Love won't always fill your cup But life's when you start to live Life's when you learn to give
When I leave here I'm going to go to the small boy And that flamenco dancer Leave the guitar and the spotlight I'm gonna go home to my biggest fans
In a way I'm giving up some of myself, whoooa In a way isn't that what it's about, whoooa
In a way I'm giving up some of myself, whoooa Whoooa, oh whoooa, oh whoooa Isn't that what it's about
Oh, whoooa, oh, whoooa, whoooa, no no noo Oh, whoooa, oh, whoooa,
Isn't that what it's about Oh, whoooa, oh, whoooa Isn't that what it's about Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
