In the desert, where the cities are made of gold, There's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails. And hermom calls out from an apartment balcony, "come on, baby! your bath is ready! it's almost time for sleep!" And I wonder who's the father... And I wonder what they call her - sierra. Does her mother smoke, or does she jog every morning? Does she drink when she thinks about me? Or doesn't she need to drink... does she have a man who works a nine to five? Does he come home to kiss our young sierra, tuck her in and say goodnight? (and an extra kiss for mama...) I want that kiss, that kid, that apartment. I'm ready to settle down now, so get that man out of my bed. I want my daughter back now, I want to kiss her, Tuck her in and say, "goodnight, my baby girl, sierra." Sierra, sierra, sierra, sierra, I'll never know who you are, and I don't deserve to. My little girl, we would've been so... oh, nevermind. But I'm ready to settle down now - yeah, I'm ready to leave that wrecking ball behind. I could be your carpenter, and you could be my twinkling north star o'er the desert sky. Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com