Текст песни Lloyd Cole - Lost Weekend
Lloyd Cole - Lost Weekend слова песни
It took a lost weekend in a hotel in amsterdamAnd double pneumonia in a single roomAnd the sickest joke was the price of the medicineAre you laughing at me now may I please laugh along with youThis morning I woke up from a deep unquiet sleepWith ashtray clothes and miss lonelyheart`s penWith which I wrote for you a lovesong in tatooUpon my palm `twas stolen from me when jesus took my handYou see I i wouldnt say it if I didnt mean itDrop me and i`ll fall to pieces too easilyI was a king bee with a head full of attitudeWore my heart on my sleeve like a stainedMy aim was to taboo youCould we meet in the marketplaceDid I ever hey please did you wound my kneesYou see I i wouldnt say it if I didnt mean itDrop me and i`ll fall to piecesYes it`s too easy and theres nobody else to blameWill I hang my head in a crying shameThere is nobody else to blame nobody else except my sweet selfAgain it took a lost weekend in a hotel in amsterdamTwenty four gone years to conclude in tearsThat the sickest joke was the price of the medicineAre you laughing at me nowMay I please laugh alongI was a king bee with a head full of attitudeAnd ashtray heart on my sleeve wounded kneesAnd my one love song was a tatoo upon my palmYou wrote upon me when you took my handYou see I i wouldnt say it if I didnt mean itDrop me and i`ll fall to pieces too easily