Forget the middle being what's played Gypsies have babies just the same You know my name, you just do That don't mean I told it to you
Into my life, water came With it regret and shame Down to the banks, frozen and strained Flushed-faced, cold-handed Hopped up on cocaine
For many reasons, I left my home Most of the reasons, I still don't know I meet my friends in the places I stay That don't mean I don't know my own way
Into my life, water came With it regret and shame Down to the banks was the refrain Flushed-faced, cold-handed Hopped up on cocaineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
