Jamie, I'm alone here on the kitchen floor come on meet me on La Brea just this side of fourth hey don't stop and think about what your roommates say 'cause they never really liked me that much anyway oh they whisper and warn ya and tell ya that something's not right but Jamie, just tell me you won't listen at night
'cause I would buy the writing if the walls were cheap I'd steal a piece of heaven if gods would sleep I might be your salvation I might just set you free but everyone keeps talking like there's something you don't see but they don't know me
Jamie, come and meet me down in this little bar they want to hear me play my songs and beat up my guitar hey don't stop and listen to what they say behind your back well, they're starving and just making up for everything they lack they whisper and warn ya and tell ya that you're nothing new okay, maybe I've had me a stranger or two
I know that you haven't really heard from me in ten thousand years everyone keeps saying how I build you up just to disappear but they're not here
Jamie, I'm alone down on the kitchen floor come on, meet me on La Brea like we done before hey don't stop and think about what everybody say they never really liked me that much anywayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
