You were in white I was in gray I was doing circles at the foot of your golden mane You were making speeches You were naming names Somewhere in your eye I think I see the flicker Of a man who's slain Oh--I want to run to you Oh--I want to run to you Oh--I want to run to you I want to run to you Little sister Mandy Is a little bit strange She thinks she's a satellite I can understand that You're not to blame I can see the pilot holding your love With a silver rein Mandy's in the whitehouse Gregory's in sales Me and old Cissy are pissing on the family tree I'll save you my speeches If you save me your name Eyes in the orbit fixed on the first thing To set them freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
