I'm sitting here all alone You don't know how I cry Oh, it's no fun to be alone, made of stone You don't know how to try Jeannie with the light brown hair comes up the stair Tells me what to wear, says it's there I know she's a fool Wish she could sing to you, maybe even bring to you some kind of ring or two for you but that wouldn't be cool You've been a bad, girl. You've been had, girl Your mama's in the pantry with your other daddy Quietly turn off the electricity Everybody knows that you've been wearing no clothes ever since the time you tried to fly from the Eiffel Tower The power of the flower is dead I'm sitting here all alone You don't know how I cry Oh it's no fun to be alone, made of stone You don't know how to die June is a flower-child. She tries to run wild She says it's only the style. I know she's truthful Sitting on a stone all alone. Never know how it grows through the holes in your clothes I know it's beautiful You've been a bad boy. You've been had, boy Your daddy took the toys to the neighbor cop to investigate Your daddy's upper plate is made of gold Nobody told you. No one wants to hold you Nobody showed you. I could have told you to watch it, kid You might end up dead Don't mind the words of my song, they're not strong I'll get along Don't get tangled with the do-you-inners They can eat you for dinner You're a full-time sinner, yeah Everybody knows, everybody knows Ask them why, they reply that it shows Everybody knows, everybody knows all about the holes in your clothes, how they grow 'til they're shown on a screen to the QueenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
