The stranger calls a cab through the window Jules' hand waves away the night
I don't cry for spilled milk spilled martinis or guts I just gather my things and wait for the bus
"I think of every cab I've been in Some sober some my head was spinning While I waved away the night
I don't cry for spilled milk Spilled martinis or guts I just gather my things and wait for the bus"
I just gather my things And wait for the bus Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |