Maureen, Maureen, I shot a doctor last night on the airplane Well, they said he wouldn't hurt us But he got me real nervous and mean He was fat and he stank And God knows that he drank more than we do So I shot him in the first class Then I bailed out and ran home to you
Chorus: But you don't believe me I could tell by your smile Honey, why don't you leave me Get lost for awhile, Maureen.
Maureen, Maureen, There's a hole in between where we come from And the things that I'm thinking Ain't necessary the things that I say I may have lied to myself But I tried to tell God how I love you But even He don't answer His phone anymore when I pray
Maureen, Maureen, I shot a doctor last night on the airplane Well, they said he wouldn't hurt us But he got me real nervous and mean Real nervous and meanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
