I jump outa bed and pull down the shade I used to have such sweet dreams - now it's more like an air raid. I see the opposition clear - I see them stare I don't care - it doesn't matter to me - I never think about it Slip out of myself like a shadow and somersault thru walls I can't tell, it's really so odd Is this spring or fall? Your wine is just sour grapes Pour me a glass anytime I'm not there Careful Careful I'm not bitter I just get so sore I need that girl more and more Cuz when she whispers in my ear it gets so hard It get's so hard to get out of bed It's more than I can do. If someone must work today, let it be you. All this confusion hit me like a dare but I don't care.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
