paroles de chanson Habit (Needle in My Arm) - Roger Creager

I knew a broke down hobo
We called him Broadway Jack
He wore an old army coat
He drank from a paper sack
They found him frozen solid
Death grip on a bottle of gin
I knew a man on Wall Street
He liked to smell cocaine
He made more Jack than Elvis
Then he threw it all away
He's locked up in Huntsville
He gets out in seven to ten
Yeah but they ain't got nothin' on me
Any fool can see
That I'm a stone cold junkie
I'm addicted to your charm
You get into my bloodstream
And run straight to my heart
You're my habit
You're the needle in my arm
I get this low down feelin'
I get to feelin' it in my bones
Honey when you're not around me
Oh I get to jonesin'
I gotta have you near me
I need your lovin' all the time
When you see me down on my knees
Have pity on my disease
'Cause I'm a stone cold junkie
I'm addicted to your charm
You get into my bloodstream
And run straight to my heart
You're my habit
You're the needle in my arm
Yeah I'm a stone cold junkie
I'm addicted to your charm
You get into my bloodstream
And run straight to my heart
You're my habit
You're the needle in my arm
You're my habit
You're the needle in my arm