I hate this bar, I hate this town I always find you in this crowd Whiskey double, ginger back Numb me up before I crack The day's been just a losing fight Drunk in Hollywood tonight You got me in the palm of your hands And maybe I will lose who I am 'Cause they're only hanging on by a string You ain't ready to cut me free Got me in the palm of your hands
Baby, all your words, they kill And I've run out of all these pills I'm getting thinner, getting tired I give an inch, you take a mile And I can't keep going back and forth Real love ain't no swingin' door You got me in the palm of your hands And maybe I will lose who I am 'Cause they're only hanging on by a string You ain't ready to cut me free Got me in the palm of your hands
You shot this plane, it's goin' down I hate this bar, I hate this townTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
