Came my way on a summer day Flying out of broken soil Safe to say that you blinded me I saw you and my sight was sore Met your lips in the dead of night And took you on the kitchen floor Good god, I got it bad for you babe
Guess I don't know anything about it Guess I thought you were preaching to an empty room And I'll tell you how I feel but I don't want to speak too soon So I just pray it's all true
Well you don't know much about me I'll explain it as best I can I'm afraid of getting rich just to find out It was fools gold in my pan Time is wasted on a boy who is faking Pretending just to be a man Good god, I got it bad for you babe
Guess I don't know anything about it Guess I thought you were preaching to an empty room And I'll tell you how I feel but I don't want to speak too soon So I just pray it's all true
Oh, and I just pray it's all true
Guess I don't know anything about it Guess I thought you were preaching to an empty room And I'll tell you how I feel but I don't want to speak too soon So I just pray it's all trueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
