10.15
Saturday night
And the tap drips
Under the strip light
And I´m sitting
In the kitchen sink
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
Waiting
For the telephone to ring
And I´m wondering
Where she´s been
And I´m crying
For yesterday
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
It´s always the same
|