That Cuban girl That brought me low She had that skin so fine and red lips rose-like now Her smile was wide And sweet as well And now relentless hours of dreaming up her smell
I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well
Lonely And the only way to beat it is to bat it down And the only way to beat it And the only way to beat it
Lonely And the only way to beat it is to bat it down And the only way to beat it is to bat it down And the only way to beat it
Oh all the days That I have run I sought to lose that cloud that's blacking out the sun My train will come Some one day soon And when it comes I'll ride it bound from night to noon
I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well
Aimless days, uncool ways of decathecting Painless phase, blacked out thoughts you be rejecting
Lonely And the only way to beat it is to bat it down And the only way to beat it And the only way to beat it
Lonely And the only way to beat it is to bat it down And the only way to beat it is to bat it down And the only way to beat it
I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well
Lonely And the only way to beat it is to bat it down And the only way to beat it Lonely And the only way to beat it is to bat it down And the only way to beat it And the only way to beat it is to bat it down And the only way to beat itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.