Hey man, do you wanna hear a story about me? I'm an old man, you're probably not interested I see But I'll tell you anyway, about the girl who came to stay Thirty years, six months, and two days ago
She walked into the party with Joan de Monmarquis She wore her beauty like a cloak, with the devil up her sleeve And she was ancient like the Greeks, amongst us animals and freaks I lost my mind, never to find the useless thing again
There was something going on that night But I don't know what it was There was something going on that night I was waiting, we were just waiting for it
I forgot everything I knew in the ancient sea that night When she slipped her dress off shivering and clung to me so tight Then she whispered in my ear, "There is nowhere else but here", Nowhere, nowhere
There was something going on that night But I don't know what it was There was something going on that night I was waiting, we were just waiting
You don't know yourself You don't know yourself You don't know yourself until she's had her way with you
We spent three weeks in a cheap hotel corroding by the sea Tangled up in sheets and love and ancient misery One day I woke to see her leave, she had an eagle on her sleeve The last I heard she took the bird to catch snakes in Mexico
There was something going on that night But I don't know what it was There was something going on that night I was waiting, we were just waiting for itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
