rather be I?ll tell you up and down the avenue In the passenger seat My best friend has fuzzy hair My best friend walks with her tail in the air My best
Traducció: Sophie B. Hawkins. Mmm del meu millor amic.
rather be I?ll tell you up and down the avenue In the passenger seat. My best friend Has fuzzy hair My best friend Walks with her tail in the air My best
wood And I don't care if the money's no good But you take what you need and leave the rest And they should never have taken the very best The night they
It felt like spring time on this February morning In the courtyard birds were singing your praise I'm still recalling things you said to make me feel
I lied I stole in the name of fear But I won't be silent here Chorus I don't want somewhere to run to I don't want somebody I can shake Lord I
You Poor you Playing so long but you're still not grooving I see you running but I see you ain't moving And me Pitiful me I sleep with both eyes
I'm dancing in the shadows of life And death is all around me tonight I miss you making love to me right Beside myself I'm holding you tight Someone
I'm a wounded soldier on a downtown train to your place You've launched a secret heart with your face You don't always say what I want to hear but
Oh angel it's understood What we could Do together's every bit much better than good I ain't looking for the sky to To cover my head Cover me I'
You don't know why I'm crazy I don't know why you're blue You messed with my head You messed with the dead Now I'm gonna mess with you I don't know
I ain't gonna be your fool You know this lady is not waiting for words untrue I have to die 'Cause I'd rather crawl home bleeding than be Chained
That old dog has chained you up alright Give you everything you need To live inside a twisted cage Sleep beside an empty rage I had a dream I was
Falling falling Into the river of your soul for me to know I am floating on this current to somewhere where love abounds Distant calling The sun
had to do Till I made you care Yo brother You sure heard me Banging on the big drums for your love You called me baby then Talked to me like your best
The guilty undertaker sighs, The lonely organ grinder cries, The silver saxophones say I should refuse you. The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow