Paroles de Little Number On The Serviette
From where you first waived at meI couldn't see my recent memory
I had a one track mind for you
And i feel like all you do is spit at me
Travelled knowhere far but still
I hold a heart so fragile
Haven't spoke in a while
It reached the top of the problem pile
There's a little number on the serviette
Some claim its poetry for the already dead
Ive tried my darling, but this is too much
Call my bluff, Call my bluff
Sent out of the room for a little breather
The last I heard he wanted to leave ya
Travelled knowhere far but still
I hold a heart so fragile
Haven't spoke in a while
It reached the top of the problem pile
There's a little number on the serviette
Some claim its poetry for the already dead
Ive tried my darling, but this is too much
Call my bluff, Call my bluff
Sent out of the room for a little breather
The last I heard he wanted to leave ya
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