Driving fast in the lane Of the cold remains of L.A. Winter comes, winter goes But it all just stays the same
Don't be getting lonely I won't be there to hold me In fact, I won't be there at all
Don't you say that you want me back, baby What I'm 'bout to do ain't that bad, baby Compared to the knife that's in my back
Because of you, babe Da-da, da-da, da-da Because of you, babe Da-da, da-da, da-da
In the back barber's chair Better cut my hair again To my friends, my sweet friends (Um, well, you better find a new fucking friend, I'm gone)
It's no celebration It's just a big vacation From the man who loved you at all
Don't you say that you want me back, baby What I'm 'bout to do ain't that bad, baby Compared to the knife that's in my back
Because of you, babe Da-da, da-da, da-da Because of you, babe Da-da, da-da, da-da
Because of you, babe Because of you, babe Because of you, babe Because of you, babe Because of you, babeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
