Tytuł: Out of money
- Wykonawca: Sailor
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Yea, I'm out of money
Well, I woke up this morning as I fell out of bed
And hit my against some empty bottles on the floor
I was close to being naked, and my foot was still asleep
And the girl, she was there no more
Oh, what a foolhardy thing that I've done
Having drinks with that girl up in my room
For all my cigarettes, my lighter and my money have gone
I'm out of money. Oh, I'm out of money
Boy, some of those girls can be vicious!
Well, I staggered to the shower and I turned it on full blast
For the heat was killing everything but the smell.
The room was like a sauna, for the fan had ceased to work
And now I've got to pay for this hotel
But how can I explain to the guy at the desk
That I was taken for a sucker by this girl?
For all my cigarettes, my lighter and my money have gone
I'm out of money. Oh, I'm out of money
Boy, some of those girls can be vicious!
...Taking a poor guy for all he's got
Using clever charms and phony kisses
But, hey, what's that? She's just come back with the lot! (Hooray.)
Now I won't get stuck here washing dishes!
For there she stands with a cheeky little smile
And all of my cigarettes, my lighter, and my money
Oh boy! I've got my money! Yes, I got my money!
