Act like a child and I'll respond
with my well-rehearsed farewell
Quoting the verse that you
bought but weren't quite prepared to sell
Saying I think I love you
Maybe I care
It's not fair
Death valley lives and Tracy
isn't sure what really gives
And it's a sore spot when the
room's burning hot
And the desert air just cannot
bring you down
Still the bed's warm but a
cold arm
Keeps me floating inches off
the ground
Death valley lives and Tracy
isn't sure what really gives
Go paint your toes wipe you
nose and then come to say goodbye
And all along tell yourself
I am wrong if I try
Crying sorry it's over
I'm not to blame
What a game
Death valley lives now I'm
not even sure what really gives
Ho, Ha
Marco Giunco |
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