Πέμπτη, 29 Δεκεμβρίου 2005

kiss me deadly


The night is mighty chilly, and conversation seems pretty silly
I feel so mean and wrought, I'd rather have the blues than what I've got.
The room is dark and gloomy, you don't know what you're doing to me
The way it has got me caught, I'd rather have the blues than what I've got.