Текст песни TOBY KEITH - Losing My Touch
TOBY KEITH - Losing My Touch слова песни
Текст песни TOBY KEITH - Losing My Touch
Reservations for one tonightI'll be eating by myself againAt the quiet little corner spotWhere we used to hang with all our friendsAnd I'll ease down to the local pubClimb up on the tallest stool( )Holding court with my common senseOutwitting all these common fools(chorus)I've got good taste for blended whiskeyI can see my way around this barI can hear the sound of a vintage jukeboxAnd smell the smoke of a hand-rolled cigarI cant read your mindBaby i can sense this muchWhen it comes to your loveI feel like I'm losing my touchYou're not buying this anymoreMy lies have come up short againYou haven't said it's over yerOh but i can feel a bitter windAnd after giving me your better yearsAnd hoping for the very bestClosing time is drawing nearAs i sit alone with all the rest(Chorus)When it comes to your loveI feel like I'm losing my touch