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Now I was sitting waiting wishing
that you believed in superstitions then maybe you'd see the signs But Lord knows that this world is cruel and I ain't the Lord, no I'm just a fool and in loving somebody don't make them love you Must I always be waiting waiting on you? Must I always be playing playing the fool? I sing ya songs I dance a dance I gave ya friends all a chance putting up with them wasn't worth never having you and maybe you been through this before but its my first time so please ignore the next few lines cause they're directed at you I cant always be waiting waiting on you I cant always be playing playing your fool I keep playing your cards but its not my scene wont this plot not twist? I have no place to read? Keep building me up, then shooting me down well im already down Just wait a minute Just sitting waiting Just wait a minute Just sitting waiting Well if I was in your position Id put down all my ammunition I'd wondered why'd it taken me so long But Lord knows that I'm not you and If I was I wouldn't be so cruel cause waiting on love ain't so easy to do Must I always be waiting waiting on you? Must I always be playing playing the fool? No I cant always be waiting waiting on you I cant always be playing playing your fool, foool |
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They say Taylor was a good girl,
never one to be late complain, express ideas in her brain. Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets, You're gonna have to pay her if you want to park here. Well mommy's little dancer is quite a little secret Working on the streets now, never gonna keep it. It's quite an imposition and now she's only wishin That she would have listened to the words they said...Poor Taylor. She just wanders around, unaffected by, the winter winds here, she'll pretend that She's somwhere else, so far and clear about two thousand miles, from here. - 간 주 중 - Well Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window, the sunny silhouette won't let him in. Poor old Pete's got nothing cuz he's been falling, And somehow sunny knows just where he's been. He thinks that singin on Sunday's gonna save his soul, now that Saturday's gone. And sometimes he thinks that he's on his way, but i can see, that his brake lights are on. He just wanders around, unaffected by, the winter winds here, and he'll pretend that, he's somewhere else, so far and clear, about two thousand miles...from here - 간 주 중 - Such a tough enchilada, filled up with nada, givin what you gotta give to get a dollar bill. Used to be a limber chicken, times have been a ticking, now she's finger lickin to the man, With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket, only stopping by on his way to a better world. If Taylor finds a better world, then Taylor's gonna run away. |
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