Lloyd Cole
Lost Weekend
It took a lost weekend in a hotel in amsterdamAnd double pneumonia in a single roomAnd the sickest joke was the price of the medicineAre you laughing at me now may I please laugh along with youThis morning I woke up from a deep unquiet sleepWith ashtray clothes and miss lonelyheart's penWith which I wrote for you a lovesong in tatooUpon my palm 'twas stolen from me when jesus took my handYou see I I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean itDrop me and I'll fall to pieces too easilyI was a king bee with a head full of attitudeWore my heart on my sleeve like a stainedMy aim was to taboo youCould we meet in the marketplaceDid I ever hey please did you wound my kneesYou see I I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean itDrop me and I'll fall to piecesYes it's too easy and there's nobody else to blameWill I hang my head in a crying shameThere is nobody else to blame nobody else except my sweet selfLetras de cancionesAgain it took a lost weekend in a hotel in amsterdamTwenty four gone years to conclude in tearsThat the sickest joke was the price of the medicineAre you laughing at me nowMay I please laugh alongI was a king bee with a head full of attitudeAnd ashtray heart on my sleeve wounded kneesAnd my one love song was a tatoo upon my palmYou wrote upon me when you took my handYou see I I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean itDrop me and I'll fall to pieces too easily
From Letras Mania