Never asked you for nothing Not one crust of bread Never asked you for nothing Not one crust of bread So now you changed your mind How good can my luck get Let’s go out walkn’ Down on the avenue Let’s go out walkn’ Down on the avenue So now you’ve changed your style My lonely days are through You pushed the deals with the wheels Of the wrecking crew You set me up with the man From the chosen few Never asked you for nothing But you were such a tease You left me drifting Lonesome as could be So now you telephone I’m in cell block number three Never asked you for nothing My luck is just a twist Never asked you for nothing My luck is just a twist When I had a lucky hand They put hand-cuffs on my wrists Never asked you for nothing Not one crust of breadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
