Go, going that direction, she nods her head in perfection. She`s doing it again. Love, loving every affection, she points you in the direction of a trolly selling juice
Did she ever stop to remember the sound of a young mans surrender, when the tide was running low. Low, lower than the rejection, the city seems so bleak in comparison to her eyes
Not giving her anything, not giving him anything, she`s giving him hell, I think she's doing just that. She`s doing just fine
Slow, slower than a turtle, her hair is all a reflection of the waters running high. Go, going that direction, she pours her gin with attention to the bitterness it hides
Did she ever stop to remember the sound of a young mans surrender, when the tide was running low. Low, lower than the rejection, the city seems so bleak in comparison to her eyes
Not giving her anything, not giving him anything, she`s giving him hell, I think she`s doing just that. Not giving her anything, not giving him anything, she`s giving him hell, I think she`s doing just that, she's doing just fine
Go, going that direction, she nods her head in, she`s doing it again. Go Going that direction, she pors her gin with attention to the bitterness it hides.
