I've got these watches, one for each time zone How does it feel, Remy says, to be on your own? Sharing this floor with a dog and a ringing telephone Well I'm bigger than you at nearly six feet tall I must always be out when the company calls But see this rusty spade gonna dig a grave inside us all See, it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, it's Cold, cold, cold, cold, it's Cold, cold, cold, cold, it's Cold for a lavender cowgirl We're all the dissidents in this asylum I've got numbers, but no one to dial 'em Here's me squeaking and doing my crocodile run And I'm a postcard of everything that I've seen Just a shadow of hot air and steam But I wouldn't touch me, got no idea where I've been And it's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, it's Cold, cold, cold, cold, it's Cold, cold, cold, cold, it's Cold for a lavender cowgirl I want imagination You say we all sound the same Well that's put us in our place But you're still caught in the rain With a lavender cowgirl We're in and out on it's in a costume night I'm sick and tired of being polite I can't keep time but I keep looking for a fight That's why I've got these watches, one for each time zone How does it feel, he says, to be on your own? Sharing this floor with a dog and a ringing telephone A dog and a ringing telephone A dog and a ringing telephone Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com