Текст песни VONDA SHEPARD - Newspaper Wife
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Текст песни VONDA SHEPARD - Newspaper Wife
Words & Music by Vonda ShepardSitting here in this dirty barWatching the trash go byShe's selling cigarettes and lollipopsShe's got a sparkle in her black eye( )She says ";Maybe my time will come";Maybe my time will comeHe said he'd sweep her off her feetDefying all of gravityWell she'd move any bright cityTo fill this gaping cavity... she saysI'm a slave in this empty lifeDiggin' my grave I'm his newspaper wifeWell he must have a very small broomAs she sits in this very large roomMaybe it's just a piece of strawShe says why am I so in awe?ChorusI'm a slave to this empty lifeDiggin' my grave I'm his newspaper wifeI'm ashamed of this meaningless lifeDiggin' my grave I'm his newspaper wifeShe sits across from himDrinking her coffee