Little Number On The Serviette Letra

I had a one track mind for you

And i feel like all you do is spit at me

Travelled knowhere far but still

I hold a heart so fragile

Haven't spoke in a while

It reached the top of the problem pile



There's a little number on the serviette

Some claim its poetry for the already dead

Ive tried my darling, but this is too much

Call my bluff, Call my bluff

Everyone is guilty, all played no part

This feeling you feel tears me apart

Sent out of the room for a little breather

The last I heard he wanted to leave ya