Case of Gretta Conners (The)
Staring at a Felt Ceiling
Just then the record drops out.into the mix my number one's heels.my nails peel back the tender bar woodjoining a collection of anxious nerves.the worry time I waste here,calling for a drink to hide what is exposed.and at last I spotted her name thanks to the friend with a pesky voice.-CHORUS-Drinks drank down, oh, maybe I should go nowto the unknown. my heartbeat won't slow down.creeping in lights illuminate my access.taking my chances in a city crowd!Cautiously: approach the court roomI plead a stuttering "Hello".All I hear those high heels clanking;she only cares for Siouxie and her Strawberry Girl.Back down. Retreat to home base.Ordering up another, let's make it 2.On the train this seemed so easyOn the train I knew exactly what to do.-CHORUS-Letras de cancionesOK, now dance this off. Oh no, that would do iti wonder what just shows. Breath now we're getting though itintoxicate repose. but now remain composed.I'm moving in too slow. It seems the room is growingBlack outdon't black outblack outdon't back outI should have stayed there...my drinking is an investment Into my ego...or maybe another way to fail.And now the sky is closing inanother night of wasted excesstake me down. Home I want to go toalways there I know exactly what to do.-CHORUS-
From Letras Mania