Tytuł: Leather Jacket

• Wykonawca: Screeching Weasel
• Wyświetleń: 212

I wanna tell you what's on my mind
  And i wanna bill you for wasted time
  And wasted cigarettes that quenched your fix
  And wasted spit I left there upon your lips
  I'm getting used to the fact you left
  And I'm getting used to the loneliness
  But even if you knew that you wouldn't care
  And now i sit and talk to an empty chair
  And bang my head against the wall
  And think up ways i should've told you to fuck off
  But I won't lose a bit of sleep
  'Cause I know that you're really just a creep
  And I've got something that I'm gonna keep
  Forever and ever and ever
  Your leather jacket