Through the bars, the sun goes down. I sit alone in my padded cell. Waiting for the morning to come, My baby's locked in room 101 And I know what the doctor said about the voices inside of my head can I find love in a place like this? Yea a little dab'll do ya know. We we were out in the yard when I first saw you there running your fingers through your malnourished hair I asked you to be my woman, yea and you said maybe it ain't easy being crazy, but I'm crazy for you baby.
I'll be your Bellevue Boy, if you'll be my psychopathic woman we'll spend the rest of our lives, talking to ourselves, bouncing off the walls all night
Like the spider eats the fly, the bird eats the spider you drink your pills and wash it down with apple cider my friends they tell me they like you, they live in my head I think about you when they strap me to the bed
I'll be your Bellevue Boy, if you'll be my psychopathic woman we'll spend the rest of our lives, talking to ourselves, bouncing off the walls all nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
