Текст песни Old 97`s - Doreen
Old 97`s - Doreen слова песни
(Hitchhike to Rhome lyrics.Minor variations found on Wreck Your Life.) When I first met Doreen She was barely seventeen.She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar.The way she tossed `em backI would`ve had a heart attack.But as it is I let her drive my car.We galloped through the boroughs Like a pair of horny thoroughbreds,Until I said, "Stop the car, Doreen."Well you can roll your eyes and nodBut I swear that I saw God,In the moonlight on a side street in the wreckage we call Queens.Doreen, Doreen, Last night I had an awful dream.You were laying in the arms of a man I`d never seen.Come clean Doreen. Come clean Doreen.Well I`m pulling into Cleveland In a seven-seater tour van.There`s eight of us, so I`m sleeping on the floor.The guy that plays the banjo Keeps on handing me the Old Crow,Which multiplies my sorrow, I can`t take it anymore.Doreen, Doreen, last night I had an awful dream.You were laying in the arms of a man I`d never seen.Come clean Doreen. Come clean Doreen.Now I`m begging and I`m pleading, "Well pull over guys, I`m bleeding.There`s a Fina off the highway with a phone."I`m calling you Doreen, But it rings and rings and rings.Where is it that you are, if you aren`t in our bed at home.Doreen, Doreen, last night I had an awful dream.You were laying in the arms of a man I`d never seen.Come clean Doreen. Come clean Doreen.