Mick came home late last night He drank enough beer to take the edge off a knife And she opened the door, looking older than before
He said, "Rosey, you're too good a girl" She let him in, he lifted up her dress Like an apology began to kiss her breast And he felt much relieved as the ceiling fan tapped out a broken melody
And she said, "Do you remember when we were younger and angry words were said, Making up was always your favorite part Well, I ain't young no more And I'm sorry will not mend a broken heart."
He came home threw his things on the floor She worked up the courage to say what she never had before But the words got lost inside He got that look in his eye as the sun went shining on
And she said, "Do you remember when we were younger and angry words were said, Making up was always your favorite part Well, I ain't young no more And I'm sorry will not mend a broken heart."
Well the judge knew well Mick was a violent man She got a few headlines, she got a slap on the hand And there ain't no villains and there ain't no heroes People on both sides of the tracks trying to add up a whole bunch of zeros And time marches on until it's all gone
And she said, "Do you remember when we were younger and angry words were said, Making up was always your favorite part Well, I ain't young no more And I'm sorry will not mend a broken, a broken heart."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
