The hat on your head the ghosts before breakfast The lump in your throat the name on her necklace She's certain she'll never be caught You can buy her things now but she'll never be bought
The cat on her mind the ring in her tan-line The lowering lids the perfume is white wine She's certain her karma is good Glass houses won't burn but you know this would
So take her inside she's your borrowed bride And you'll never guess how much she has not cried Life comes apart at the seams it seems Life comes apart at the seams
It rings only once when you sit down to dinner You knew all was lost when she named you the winner You are certain of nothing at all Except that it's late but it's not the last callTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
