Outta town girls, they all just want a chance to see the cityscape, lead a looser game with All the town boys, they all just want a chance with 'em, I understand you can Bet your bare bones, she'll be coming back for more And what for? Should've called, should've wrote, leave a note for her before you close that door For some closure, you know she told ya she loves the way you speak To her in the margins of a postcard she keeps from you
Where are the marks of your failed arts? Have your daydreams been keeping you clean? You never say what you need to make me believe you're the one that means it I hope it ain't you, I hope it ain't you to let me down, don't fail me now I'm running thin And I've just begun to wonder when you'll let me in, in, in, in, in
I've got Jesus in my eye, and the Devil in the corner making rye whiskey and gin Don't you say that ain't him, you should've seen him when he came in He said: The Yankees played today, they played, but in the eighth the Sox, they clutched the game At least the Mets are getting laid, yea, that's what they say Bet your bare bones, everybody everywhere is coming to your party Man I heard this was the place to be, not a lot that you can't get for free here
Where are the scars of your failed arts? Have your daydreams been keeping you clean? (No!) You never say what you need to make me believe you're the one that means it I hope it ain't you, I hope it ain't you to let me down, don't fail me now I'm running thin And I've just begun to wonder when you'll let me in, in, in, in, inTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
