She said I'm blue as a robin's egg I've done nothing to make me proud I rehearse conversations in The shower when I am home alone No one has ever bought me flowers Or smoked a joint on my Persian rug
Go to Mexico And lie under a mango tree And watch a line of crows Grace the sudden breeze But you won't know where they go Everything just scatters out Like acorns in the snow Or dust clouds in a drought
She said I care too much these days About my place in this ball of yarn There's not a lot that I can boast I water plants and make French toast And muse like some misanthrope Afraid to sow all my wild oats
Read Walt Whitman poems Drink a bottle of champagne And sing some Leonard Cohen I love it when he speaks so plain The way you often did When I am crying after midnight Just between us two It makes me smile to know you're alrightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
