歌詞

Thought I'd treat myself this evening Go and hang out with the pigeons Drink some red wine share my good cheese Watch the pretty people passing by An hour later I'm out of wine So I play my broken guitar Watch the people gather round me Naturally I close my eyes and sing They invite me back to their place Where I see a familiar face She's holding me with that stare And I can't help but pretend she's not there She walks over just to tell me That she don't miss me all that much She walked over just to say that: I don't miss you all that much I bet she does
Writer(s): Jonathan Mccleery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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