Текст песни




We met on the dance floor, a quarter to one
Time slipping by like the gin in my cup
And the way you looked at me I should have known
What was up, yeah
But I'm a fool for a better-sounding story
And the way you talk keeps quieting lips from roaring
So I thought I'd just sit around and watch a show
Didn't know then that I was in trouble
All this time I'm waiting here for you and my pride is on the line
Tell me, tell me, tell me what's wrong
Tell me, 'cause I'm still waiting
Face to face in your bathroom, 10am
Bloodshot and underwhelmed in the morning sun
And the way you looked away I should have known
What was up, yeah
But I'm an optimist in spite of knowing better
And I'll break every rule and to the letter
So I thought I'd just wait around and sort it out
I'd rather be a victim than be a martyr
All this time I'm waiting here for you and my pride is on the line
Tell me, tell me, tell me what's wrong
Tell me, 'cause I'm still waiting
All this time I'm waiting here for you and my pride is on the line
Tell me, tell me, tell me what's wrong
Tell me, 'cause I'm still waiting



Авторы: L.c. Cooke Copyright: Abkco Music Inc.



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