You call me up in the mornings We’ll stay on the phone until dawning You tell me secrets I actually keep You call me up around noon and Bring me all the good gossip You hold my head when I throw up I hold your hand when you weep
And we talk about friends And we talk about records Talk about life And we’ll talk about death And we dance in the living room Dance on the sidewalks, dance in the movies Dance at the festivals, dance, dance No men ever really dance like this
Damn! I wish I was a lesbian Damn! I wish I was a lesbian Damn! I wish I was, and that you were, too So I could fall in love with you
You call me up in the evenings And tell me what they did this time No matter what, I’m by your side When it’s raining, we’ll go to the video store We even like the same movies No damn jedis or hobbits, this time!
And you laugh at my jokes And I laugh at your jokes And I even like the birthday presents you get me And we dance in the living room Dance on the sidewalks Dance in the movies Dance at the festivals Let’s dance, dance No men ever really dance like this
Why don’t I fall? Why don’t I just fall in love with you?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
