When you're going, let me walk you home We've got these parts of town Where you shouldn't go alone Hey Honey, let's go quit our jobs with your father's money we could buy a house livin' in the city, like we always talked about And all these little nights are taking their toll on me I'm breaking up the fights And losing the key All we need is A place to call our own You can paint pictures on the towel And we'll hang them on the wall till we covered it allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
