Do you hear that whistle wail? Think the end is coming in? But I’m a whole lot worse than well But I’m determined to slip this skin And I know your dying for a good time Dying to breath again Oh my my, Virginia
We could run all night And dance upon the architecture Come and take my hand I'll do the very best I can Boy, I still wanna be your man I’m still these nervous feet and heart of stone Forget this dead mans town, I’ll take you home
Do you hear me late at night? Always picking at the pieces Sometimes nothing comes out right And nothing is relieving But every slow mans song Is a night I’d like to spend with you Just twisting the night away
But it’s past a quarter to three And it’s past the midnight hour Mustang Sally’s left the building And we’re so much worse without her If I could put down this ol’ hammer I’d take you somewhere new Oh my my, Virginia
We could run all night And dance upon the architecture Come and take my hand I'll do the very best I can Boy, I still wanna be your man I’m still these nervous feet and heart of stone Forget this dead mans town, I’ll take you home
Oh my my, Virginia We could run all night And dance upon the architecture Come and take my hand I'll do the very best I can And we could run all night And dance upon the architecture Come and take my hand I'll do the very best I can Boy, I still wanna be your man I’m still these nervous feet and heart of stone Forget this dead mans town, I’ll take you homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
