I'm the man who wakes up in the middle of every night My legs are steaming with rain beneath the cool, cool trees The minute I touch you... It ain't fair I wanna be close to warm this awful home Through the middle of me
The whole world loves a sad song That they don't have to sing We hide in the hot house
Loaded with thrills Second only to none Here in this hot house We sit and sing and rant and rave In our lovely hot house Closed my eyes Walking to the store Found our mattress Beside those old deadly trakes We slept for a week Cinders on the sheets You went away and called and said You had to stay another day
The whole world loves a sad song That they don't have to sing We hide in the hot house...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
