Sunday morning going slow, I'm talking to the radio Clothes and records on the floor, the memories of the night before Out in Clubland having fun and now I'm hiding from the sun Waiting for a visitor though no-one knows I'm here for sure Dancing, laughing, drinking, loving And now I'm all alone in bedsit land My only home I think it's time to cook a meal to fill the emptiness I feel Spent my money going out, I've nothing in I'm left without Clean my teeth and comb my hair and look for something new to wear And start the nightlife over again and kid myself I'm having fun Dancing, laughing, drinking, loving And now I'm all alone in bedsit land My only home I look out from my window view that really nothing else to do Read a book maybe write a letter, mother, things are getting better Watch the mirror count the lines, the battle scars of all the good times Look around and I can see a thousand people just like me Dancing, laughing, drinking, loving And now I'm all alone in bedsit land My only home Dancing, laughing, drinking, loving And now I'm all alone in bedsit land My only home Dancing, laughing, drinking, loving © METROPOLIS B.V.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com