Once slept with a black-haired lad Went up his apartment Pretty quickly, things turned bad Passion wasn´t his department Too busy shoving poppers up his nose to notice me Took a chance with another Frolicking in bed But he couldn´t get exited Unless i help a pillow tightly over his head Just your average boy next door Well they say some day prince will come Not holding my breath anymore You gotta kiss some frogs You´ve heard that one before Now i´ve kissed a lot of frogs Am i better off than i was before Sitting here alone chapped lips I´ve never been a slut Though i´ve slept with more than a few Maybe that´s something that I could aspire to There´s a lotta people in this town Who never seem to come to grips with How they feel from the waist down Well i´ve been reading the personals There seems to be two kinds Helpless romantics, or guys with absolutely nothing on their minds But the endless bump and grind Living in a fishbowl Here at the edge of the world you can´t go west forever Or you´ll hit ocean bottom Looking up from the Golden Gate I can´t see east of the Berkeley Hills But some people wanna live in North Dakota Maybe you can go far in FargoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
