shot کے بول

here goes, im gonna take my shot my heart is full like a parking lot youre not sure if im for real or not and the fishermen know me but ive never been caught oh, baby in our future i picture you in the gown that suits you & all of the little things youre whispering eight by eight the dancers sway weaving their steps till the poets say, 'man, it aint over yet- gotta butch up and win this bet' green tea and a couple of calls not on your cell, but the one on the wall new shoes but you havent got cab fare where you want to go and how bad i want to be there theres a fountain in the park- you and me and two cigarettes in the dark why dontcha tell me all the names of your friends? mmm, but youre pretty as a picture (mind you dont sit here) sunlight- its starting to rain