Painted lips stain my cheeks Tears are falling across the paper Letters jumping off their lines Running away from the words that don't mean Nothing to you
Hanging down in shorty town Shorty for all the long drawn out Broken hearts, wire and glue What would it be if I could only mean Something to you
Clothes pins hanging on the line From the back yard I hear you cryin Sewing needles, patchwork quilts Oh mama it's your heart that should mean Everything to youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
