Tekster:
Tom Waits Nighthawks At The Diner

and early morning low clouds With a chance of fog, chance of showers into the afternoon With variable high cloudiness and gusty winds Gusty winds at

floors Pedal pushers stretched out over midriff bulge And the coiffed brunette curls over Maybelline eyes Wearing Prince Machiavelli, Estee Lauder, smells so sweet And I elbowed up at

should of seen me smile when I Heard them air brakes come on, and I climbed up in that cab where I Knew it'd be warm at the wheel Well at the wheel sat

: all my friends are married every Tom and Dick and Harry you must be strong to go it alone here's to the bachelors and the bowery bums and those who

billboard grin stroking a goateed chin, and using parking meters as walking sticks on the inebriated stroll with my eyelids propped open at half mast but you know... over at

: Nobody, Nobody will ever love you the way I could love you cause nobody is that strong love is bitter sweet and life's treasures deep but no one can

ain't got no time to lose time to get down to drinking tell the band to play the blues drink's are on me, I'll buy another round at the last ditch attempt

and early morning low clouds with a chance of fog chance of showers into the afternoon with variable high cloudiness and gusty winds, gusty winds at times

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