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A Adrian Belew Stop it
A Adrian Belew Stop it
Stop it |
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| Dodał: Adrian Belew | |
| 14.07.2008. | |
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Well I wrestle with my toothbrush each morning at noon I stumble into the bathroom and have my shampoo I?m livin? in a suitcase; lookin? for a call Leerin? at the telephone and laughin? to the wall Now I got me a sweet thing she keeps me insane She lays on my chest in the morning if it rains I?m livin? in a suitcase; lookin? for a call Leerin? at the telephone and laughin? to the wall I?m a road dog at the motel holiday I often wonder what I wanna say Give me stage lights on a hot night And the bottom line is a real good time While the waitress is waiting for the waiter to wink She checks on her checks and she drinks on her drink I?m livin? in a suitcase; lookin? for a call Leerin? at the telephone and laughin? to the wall Now the nights go quickly when you?re asleep But I?m out shufflin? for someplace to eat Like a breakfast at the egg house, a waffle on the griddle I?m burnt around the edges but I?m tender in the middle |
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