Bedsitter. Sunday morning going slow. I'm talking to the radio. Clothes and records on the floor. The memories of the night before. Out in club land having fun. And now I'm hiding from the sun.
Sometimes I feel I've got to. Run away I've got to. Get away. From the pain you drive into the heart of me. The love we share. Seems to go nowhere. And I've lost my light. For I toss and turn I
Oh I would believe that she's a real diva. As she tugs at the reins. Of a hundred Chihuahuas. She'll live a few years. But she'll have some adventures. Then sing off her sequins. With tears and
Sometimes I feel I've got to. Run away I've got to. Get away. From the pain you drive into the heart of me. The love we share. Seems to go nowhere. And I've lost my light. For I toss and turn I