Tekster:
Shivaree Rough Dreams

You've gotta be hard If you gonna get her Don't leave her scarred All dead, all better You've gotta remember To do it all right Turn the lights off Lock

me off here love, see you tomorrow Smell like a raindrop and look like a girl I'll cover the bug bites, watch for your headlights We?ll give the dream

Moanin' in the elevator Crowded in the lady's stall Mama heard the screaming But it didn't hurt at all Hangin' up inside the courtroom Taking our chances

It thundered like hell in the city Count one hundred, ten Mississippi Go inside and find some things You think you'd like to keep Too quiet here for anyone

You've gone too far, I'm on my way You can tell the concierge To bring around my car, you've gone too far You've said too much, things you shouldn't

I don't need more light, I just need the phone Got my bags and my tags, I'm driving home You say I'm meaner, I know I'm bled So you hold your tongue and

Silver pens, expensive smoke I?s all over, satan sucks You know it?s true Jesus Presley Elvis Christ Happy parents standing in some living room And

Drop me off here love See you tomorrow Smell like a raindrop Look like a girl I2ll cover the bug bites Watch for your headlights We?ll give the dream

It's so romantic The neighborhood's littered with white gloves The flowers were hand picked They're taping up paper doves And it's hard to think When