(Chorus) I been sleeping on a rich woman's pillow I been sleeping in a rich man's bed I been sleeping on a rich woman's pillow And in my dreams that pillow said She said, "Why do you always fuss and fight?" I said, "We ain't got that long" She said, "Shut up and talk! We got all night"
When you turn on the light to your memory Can you tell me just what do you see? When you push back the cobwebs And fish out the mothballs Are you still surprised to see me? I'm the postcard and shot glass from Texas I'm the wine stain that never came clean Or a phone number left in a wad in your pocket Dried and crumbled from the washing machine
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When you turn out the lights in the evening Can you tell me just what do you dream? When you let go of all of your conscious defenses Are your unconscious visions of me? Do I ride in, in Godiva splendor? Do I waltz in and steal all your steam? Do I crouch in a corner of your bedroom laughing? When you wake in that cold-sweat scream?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
