sarah wears my t-shirts in the mornings they go half way down her thighs sarah sleeps spread out across my bed but she knows the fan will always be mine
sarah laughs arpeggios when she finds something funny on her own already asleep when i get home and when i wake she’s already gone
maybe i’ve been listening to the beatles’ abbey road for far too long maybe i will never be a poet, but who needs poetry in a lovesong
sarah works in space-boots cos they’re funky and they make her toes go numb sarah wears a tiny yellow dress and her father’s business shirt to hide her bum
sarah kisses with her tongue when she’s been drinking vodka with the girls and i know she sometimes feels sad cos she’s scared that we don’t share the same world
maybe i’ve been listening to the beatles’ abbey road for far too long maybe i will never be a poet, but who needs poetry in a lovesong
maybe we will make sense of the words and then we all can sing along don’t need to rhyme to be a poet who needs poetry in a lovesongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
