Ive become a cold case Bruised and black Laying on a table with my eyes rolled back A husband for dear Doe, Jane
I used to fit in your arms like a book in a shelf Now i sit on the floor telling jokes to myself
I hope I dont become a good boy slow and strong Minding my manners and tagging along A pet for my dear Doe, Jane I used to nip at the heels and bay at the moon Now I sit and stay like the good dogs do
So lets strap on our jaws and head back to the home land Where we sit and stare like its our god chosen giftTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
