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Here I am In this Hollywood bar Press my face against the glass Can't you see I'm making reservations? Ah, for her birthday Hey, Mrs. Adams What you doing now with your gun in your mouth? You jokers and clowns you just feel down Hey! Oh, I got to go with you Don't you believe 'em Do you seem 'em coming down? 'Cause you'll end up in the ground Ah hey, Jackie Can't you seem 'em coming down from her attic [?] That's me and it doesn't feel down You just feel down on your birthday Yeah, go on Mrs. Adams with your corpse in her attic on her birthday [?] to seventy Oh, God, it's almost eleven Whoa, you got to go You got to go Oh, I got to go Letras de canciones Poor Mrs. Adams in the snow Now I'm hanging from her robe Huh! Just hang on, Mrs. Adams You spend your money now but you know you got to wait, yeah Just hang on, Mrs. Adams Put the pieces back down and crack 'em together Just hang on, Mrs. Adams You spend your money now but you know you got to wait, yeah Just hang on, Mrs. Adams Put the pieces back down and crack 'em together Mrs. Adams! From Letras Mania