She was five foot four With some money on the floor And box that's hidden under her bed I was only twenty two With a pocket full of truth But I gave her everything that I had We were born and raised in the Golden State Mommy's gone and daddy's doing his best I was brought up great living Section 8 Social security's paying the rent The landlord called, she said you gotta go Little one you just lost your
She was five foot four Getting money on tour But her socks were at the end of my bed Got our names tattooed on each other Just to prove to each other That we'd do what we said Only took a few days 'Til our minds were made up And we thought we should try it again I was only 17 when we first tried things When she first made me feel like a man
Who am I gonna call? Who's gonna catch me when I- Who's the one you're sleeping with?
Don't you sit in front of me And wait for me to talk You can call me up Phone works two ways, you know This time baby And I think that I'll be just fine I wish I could say the same for you I, yeah I doTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
