Did you dig up that dead duck To see if the earth had got to if yet? You buried if deep But heaven cannot keep All of those toys you leave behind Did you get your fingers in a mess Get dirt on your pretty party dress? Well, I’m sure you’ll still wear it with pride
She come here looking for me When she comes here, she talks to the threes She comes here looking for me When she comes here, she talks to the trees She things I think she cannot see me So she talks to the trees She comes here looking for me When she comes here, she talks to the threes
You’re a cracked actor at nineteen You may never grace the silver screen So you curse the parts that you’ll never play And swear in all the lines that you’ll never say
Do the old ones understand you? And does this drive you wild? Did they throw away their party cards While you were still a child? And did they tell you all the stories Of all the things you wish you’d done?
She come here looking for me When she comes here, she talks to the threes She comes here looking for me When she comes here, she talks to the trees She things I think she cannot see me So she talks to the trees She comes here looking for me When she comes here, she talks to the threesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
