Paroles de Day Old Blues

Toss me a breath, when you hold me down Hot like a razor on my face Something's growing that don't help me now Paging the doctor just in case Low and behold things are killing me Silly expectation of a dream Girls are gonna love the way i toss my hair Boys are gonna hate the way i seem Day old, day old, day old Day old, day old, day old blues Peach christmas lights spitting german ling Feels like a fast or homeless sleep At least there's a record that i love to playe Dreaming about a place i'll never see Betty, betty, annie is a praying Baby with a man like a lung Smell her crying fighting back a fever Mad as hell give up