4.10.2012 | 23:56
Από τους Pulp για σένα Στ.
Don't bother saying you're sorryWhy don't you come inSmoke all my cigarettes againEvery time I get no furtherHow long has it been?Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreamsYou take up my timeLike some cheap magazineWhen I could have been learning somethingOh well, you know what I mean, ohI've done this beforeAnd I will do it againCome on and kill me babyWhile you smile like a friendOh and I'll come runningJust to do it againYou are the last drink I never should have drunkYou are the body hidden in the trunkYou are the habit I can't seem to kickYou are my secrets on the front page every weekYou are the car I never should have boughtYou are the dream I never should have caughtYou are the cut that makes me hide my faceYou are the party that makes me feel my ageLike a car crash I can see but I just can't avoidLike a plane I've been told I never should boardLike a film that's so bad but I've got to stay till the endLet me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends.