It's plain to me to see You have bought yourself a boat Since the last time you and me spoke Your laundry looks so clean Soft threads hanging and relaxing in the wind You'll feel so much better when you wear these clothes again Clothes again
The waves ruin the beach house Every year on your birthday They gave this hurricane your human name How many more bug bites And other subtle misfortunes can I withstand tonight? Someone snuck their mothballs in my headlights
The neighbors are cussing And throwing shit in the yard While echoes of the minor leagues Tumble down the roadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
