Sometimes I walk around town looking at faces Wonderin' why their bodies go to silly places Walkin' past the carpet mills looking in and takin' stills Your ass it draws me in like a Bermuda highway
Oh, don't carve me out, don't let your silly dreams Fall in between the crack of the bed and the wall Two times I fell asleep in a dirty basement Snoozing in cobwebs and the cement
Sometimes I wonder why that meek guy got all the fame Maybe I'm to blame for his short bitter fucked up lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
