Текст песни Catch 22 - Sylvia Brooks

The lights are low, your whisky's neat
You're at the bar and feel her heat
You cross the room to catch her eye
You're drawn to her and don't know why
You walk past her with desire
You're nervous or shut when you're on fire
You want to ask, but you can't do it
Another shot might get you through it
Damned if you don't and damned if you do
That's what they call a Catch-22
It's out of your grasp; you just can't win
You're inside out and outside in
You were so close but acted scared
You always do, life just ain't fair
You think she smiled, but can't be sure or is your mind a play once more
You want to ask, but you just can't do it
Another shot might get you through it
Damned if you don't and damned if you do
That's what they call a Catch-22!
That's what they call a Catch-22!
That's what they call a Catch-22!
The lights are low, your whiskey's neat
You're at the bar and feel her heat
You cross the room to catch her eye
You're drawn to her but don't know why
You walk past her with desire
Your nerves are shut but you're on fire
You wanna ask, but you just can't do it
Another shot might get you through it
Damned if you don't, and damned if you do
That's what they call a Catch-22
Oh, that's what they call a Catch-22
That's what they call a Catch-22
Catch-22