Unsentimental Traveling around Sure of myself Sure of it now
But You were standing there so close to me Like the future was suppose to be In the aisles of the Grocery In the blocks uptown
I remember Remember well But if I'd forgotten Could you tell?
In the shadow of your first attack, I was questioning and looking back You said, "Baby we don't speak of that" Like a real aristocrat
Compound to compound Lazy and safe Wanted to leave it Wanted to wait
When the taxi door was open wide, I pretended I was horrified
By the uniform and gloves outside Of the courtyard gate
You're not a victim But neither am I Nostalgic for garbage Desperate for time
I could blame it on your mother's hair Or the colors that you father wears But I know that I was never fair You were always fine
Unsentimental Traveling around Sure of myself Sure of it now
But You were standing there so close to me Like the future was suppose to be In the aisles of the Grocery In the blocks uptown
I remember Remember it well But if I forgotten Would you tell
In the shadow of your first attack I was questioning and looking back You were standing on another track Like a real aristocratTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
