Текст песни David Bowie - Cactus
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Sitting hereWishing on a cement floorJust wishing thatI had just something you woreI put it on when I go lonelyWill you take off your dressAnd send it to me? I miss your kissinAnd I miss your headAnd a letter in your writingDoesnt mean youre not deadJust run outside in the desert heatMake your dress all wetAnd send it to meI miss your soup and I miss your breadAnd a letter in your writingDoesnt mean youre not deadSo spill your breakfastAnd drip your wineJust wear that dress when you dineD-a-v-i-dSo, sitting here wishingOn a cement floorJust wishing that I had just something you woreBloody your hands on a cactus treeWipeem on your dressAnd send it to meSitting here wishing on a cement floorJust wishing that I had just something you wore