Текст песни The Black Crowes - Nonfiction
The Black Crowes - Nonfiction слова песни
I don`t know my telephone numberBut you kiss good and I`d like toSee you tomorrowAnd I don`t beg, I pay, I don`t barterAnd if we had a child I`d like a son,Not a daughter`Cause she`d be just like youYou know that would not doI`m no builder, I`m no gardenerI sing some songs, have a friendWho`s a photographerThere ain`t no other languageI know how to speakSome like their water shallowAnd I like mine deepTied to the bottomWith a noose around my feetChorus:The clouds conspireAbove my headI overheard themSay I wish he was deadToday the sunsetBurned my eyesAnd in the next room I hear someone cryI like to dress up like the juryTo eat like a king, to poke fun at clergyTo talk like dirtTo love yo like tarBut never fall in too fastWith my north starWhile you pull your hair outI buy the drinks at the barChorus