Текст песни Rick Springfield - IN veRonicA`S HEAD
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He lifted her face from the pillow and said, "Baby such is life" And then he pushed his suitcase out through the doorAnd give`m something to talk aboutThe door slammed, left a scar She`d be damned she could see him in his car So much for marriage and the good, good wife Well, maybe it`s a fact of lifeBut IN veRonicA`S HEAD the wheels were burning Turning out of frustrationVeronica`s bed mocked every private Thing she said to the bastardShe dyed her hair black in the bathroom mirror He`d liked it blonde on his wife An act of independence, a small victoryHey, it was something to shout about Cause at night, she`d crackShe`d feel his strong fingers raking down her back She`d wake up angry, but turned on like a lightYeah maybe it`s a fact of lifeBut IN veRonicA`S HEAD the wheels were burningTurning out of frustration Veronica said, she would never be the same, noBut IN veRonicA`S HEAD, the fields were burning Burning down the destructionShe turns around, he`s thereConfusing her with his promises And crying on the telephone She twists and she turns in circlesWith all of her strength, she breaks free She stumbles and she nearly fallsBut IN veRonicA`S HEAD the wheels were burning Turning out of frustration Veronica said she would never be the same, noBut IN veRonicA`S HEAD the fields were burningBurning down the destructionVeronica`s bed, she lies there listening Late at night to her heartbeat, OoohThe wheels are turningAnd IN veRonicA`S HEAD the fields are burningThe wheels are turningThe fields are burning