Most nights I wait Till it's late enough to sleep And slip into my bed Like some monastic creep
Most days I wait Till it's late enough to shake And slip from of my bed Like some fantastic flake
Oh may I love someone soon Ooo-weee Ooo-weee
Most nights I watch The streets just like a hawk Perching and searching For someone to talk
To me it gets late So very very fast Closing shades Opposing parades Ain’t such a blastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
