Poet’s problem, patron’s sin, puts me in the place I’m in.
Passion’s letter, poison pen, on these two things I can depend.
You will write your number, that’s not all.
I will not be there when you call.
I think I’ll do a line and then again…
Dirty dealer’s school of thought.
An armchair for the strength you’ve lost.
The TV set’s been on all night.
You were wrong and I was right.
You will write your number on the wall.
I will not be there when you call.
I think I’ll do a line and then again…
She's never afraid of what her past had might become Alone in her lazy time…
tastes so fucking good tastes so fucking good tastes so fucking good tastes so fucking…
Beyaz giyme Toz olur, Siyah giyme Söz olur. Gel beraber gezelim, Muradimiz tez olur. Salinada…
Sometimes I like to be alone (x2) But when I hear your voice I don't…
I feel nervous and I don't know why, but all I had to do is…
Mrs. Callahan, is Paul Michael home I can see the light on in his room…