I once had ten girls, or should I say, they once had me...
She scratched up my face, isn't it good Nordegren Woods.
She asked me to go and she told me to split anywhere,
So I looked around and I noticed my phone on a chair.
I ran to the car, biding my time, drinking her wine,
We fought until two and then she said: "It's time you're dead"
She smashed out my glass with a wedge and started to laugh.
I told her I'm sorry, and crawled off to sleep in the path
And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown
So I may retire, isn't it good Nordegren Woods.
-- The Beatles
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KkcRZSdc8us
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