She needs love like it's goin' outta style Sits down and cries about it once in a while 'Cause that, wakes me up sometimes, at 4:00am Sayin', "Rock me baby, rock me baby, Aw hunny, roll me again
Yeah, but my baby's miles, and miles and miles and miles from boredom Yeah, she keeps me miles and miles, and miles, and miles from boredom Yes she does
She spends all my money with a high class taste And you ain't got a chance if you ain't got it to waste First, she sees it, she wants it, then gives it away She up and changes her mind ten times a day
Yeah, but she keeps me miles, and miles, and miles, and miles from boredom 'Cause my baby's miles, and miles, and miles and miles from boredom Yes she is I say-
Miles and Miles and Miles and miles
She likes my car, she likes my fame Take me for a ride, that's the name of the game Yeah, but I wouldn't have it any other way It's like havin' a different ch-ch-ch-ch everyday
Yeah, 'cause she's miles, and miles, and miles, and miles from boredom Yeah, now my baby's miles, and miles, and miles, and miles from boredom Uh, and she keeps me miles, and miles, and miles, and miles from boredom Oh yeah, miles, and miles, and miles, and miles from boredom
When yer sick of that same old face Doin' it, the same old ways Lookin' at it, lookin' at it, day after day Ah yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
