She wrote me out a letter of thanks I had to doubt Waking in someone's shoes It made me feel so harried Under her clothes she carried Proof that she wasn't married She carved herself a piece of my heart I have to starve Walking in someone's bed Love causes such congestion It gives me indigestion When she brings up the question
I walked into a solid brick wall I felt like glue Sticking to someone's shed My front teeth were all broken By those doors you had spoken I wish you'd left them open
Now when it's time to look for some peace I think it's fine Practising my last stand Now that the crowd's diminished Our hope of loud is finished I trace your name in spinach.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
