hot night in Brooklyn ain't seen the light for days wind gave up on blowing this city's knee deep in grey
I got my windows swung wide open can hear them shouting across the way can't make the words shes crying out but I sure can feel her hate
CHORUS when I die won't you bury me with lollipops and roses next to me cause I been riding this bitter train so long I'm in need of something sweet when I die let lollipops and roses cover me
I wear thrift shop shoes cheap lipstick read Hollywood memoirs I like to wrap myself in old cliches watch the weeds grow in my yard
only friends I got are at the laundry mat we meet Tuesdays on Union Street play cards drink whiskey to the smell of soap scrub away at those memories
CHORUS
solo torch song tango dance across the wire my feet all tangled up in yesterday I'm a butterfly at midnight in a labyrinth of desire never did learn to just walk wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
