All your folks back home I`ll never tell your this you`re not supposed to know where your daughter is there are ways of life your never understood it`s right here donwtown hollywood it`s afternoon on sunset boulevard I`ve got a stolen moment trying hard to write a kind of christmas card but I am burning cut again tonight there is a fever in my veins
mama, dear all the love your gave I guess there`s really nothing nothing much to save this place is as dirty as I feel myself there are still some riches at the roosevelt that evening prayer those memories in my little bedroom, mama, on my knees that`s whre Ii`m at down in los angeles and I am burning out again and i must rise above the shame tonight there`s fever in my veins
just think of the girl I used to be you were my age once, mama twenty-three I can still hear some of the songs you used to play from that summer of love in `88 seems it`s turned into a winter of hate and I am burning out againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
