Valentino's got a booky shop and what he takes He gives for what he's got And what he's got he says he has not Stole from anyone
It's not that he don't tell the truth Or even that he misspent his youth It's just he holds the proof But you know something's wrong
Valentino got nowhere to go On his own like Romeo Blow by blow he watches his money go Now he's oh so low It's not that he misses her Or even that he can't resist her It's just that kissing her He feels so strong
Waiting for an alibi Waiting for an alibi Waiting for an alibi Waiting for an alibi
Valentino's in a cold sweat, placed all his money on that last bet Against all the odds he smokes another cigarette Says it helps him to forget He's a nervous wreck
It's not that he misses much Or even that he lost his lucky touch It's just that he gambles so much And you know that it's wrong
Waiting for an alibi Waiting for an alibi Waiting just to catch your eye Waiting for an alibi
Waiting for an alibi Try to say I told you I told you
Waiting for an alibi Waiting just to get you Waiting for an alibi Waiting for an alibi Just to say I told you Waiting for an alibi Waiting for an alibi
Oh my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, myTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
