Flop
Regrets
I haven't got a carYou haven't got an opinionI don't have no regrets, babyAll the words that you'll say somedayThere were no whores in my bed, maybe[Chorus]But now the leaves are convalescingThe sun is warming the baby seedThrough my mind I am quietly regressingI've got everything that I needI haven't got no friendsShit is a better companionFor your losses I grieve, babyStill you better believe somedayThere is no hope to retrieve, maybe[Chorus]
From Letras Mania