When I first met Doreen She was barely seventeen She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar The way she tossed 'em back I would've had a heart attack But as it is I let her drive my car We galloped through the boroughs Like a pair of horny thoroughbreds Until I said, "Stop the car, Doreen" Well, you can roll your eyes and nod But I swear that I saw God in the moonlight On a side street in the wreckage we call Queens Doreen, Doreen, last night, I had an awful dream You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen Come clean, Doreen, come clean, Doreen Well, I'm pulling into Cleveland In a seven-seater tour van There's eight of us, so I'm sleeping on the floor The guy that plays the banjo Keeps on handing me the old crow Which multiplies my sorrow, I can't take it anymore Doreen, Doreen, last night, I had an awful dream You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen Come clean Doreen, come clean, Doreen Now I'm begging and I'm pleading "Well pull over guys, I'm bleeding There's a fina off the highway with a phone" I'm calling you, Doreen But it rings and rings and rings Where is it that you are, if you aren't in our bed at home Doreen, Doreen, last night, I had an awful dream You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen Come clean, Doreen, come clean, Doreen © BUGHOUSE; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com