A fistful of roses ain't the best thing I could do I called by the clothesline and the fish pond, called out for you You want an urgent, bent-guitar string kind of man And you built a bridge now for to find him, if you can And Betsy, I see you now that you're gone Gone where I hate you, tell me I'm wrong Wrong that I sent you over that bridge And far from me now, although I don't know how Betsy, I miss you, can't you see that I'm in pain? Might you, if I promise, if I behave, come again? Would you, if you came back, be beside me by the stairs? We're so far past the bridge now, though faded, I see you standing thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
