The curtain thins Violins announce the score is over The symphony dears the folded chairs And walk towards the snack bar And I forget what the libretto was all about At eight o'clock you drop me off And not a word was spared for us Drinks at ten, we're off again The crowds and bouncers stare at us And the last one out of the car fills the meter up Don't say your name, just dance with me Oh no, my ride is gone it's time to leave Then racing for the sink I shove my head in And the world looks like heaven It's all whiteTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
