Texty:
Shivaree

Giddy-up old boy it's time to go Vous les vous savior the love below Brother, I've got more than you can take But more than I can do to stay awake I

I will go quietly, don't move your chair Won't even try it. wouldn't even dare You come walkin' down, with a mouthful of sand We better cut it out, 'cause

I wore the dress that you liked almost everyday Boxed up all my baby dolls and gave them away I wrote your name on the wall next to my bed Any day that

Someday You'll want me like I want you But I'll be gone With somebody new Someday You will cry the way I did You'll hang your head But tears can't be

I'm lost in a dream Where my love supreme Can't find me like I care By chance to undermine My fantasy divine It's mystery that binds me there I'm looking

It got all black in the bottom of my glass I looked up and there was Bridgette Fontaine I've got poison in my head, I've got chocolate and bread And I

There's a nail in the door and there's glass on the lawn Tacks on the floor and the TV is on And I always sleep with my guns when you're gone There's

It's so romantic The neighborhood's littered with white gloves The flowers were hand picked They're taping up paper doves And it's hard to think When

Well, they're out in the yard Said it took them all night Over the hillon a prayer and a pill To the fifth one down on the right Time to take a vacation