Plain Jane Automobile piosenki

She wore blue jeans On the scene Like the pages in a magazine She’s got long hair Never stare You could call but she’ll never be there She’s at the corner at the café Filled with adverts and a waiter named Wordsworth I think that I’m in love with her...

Stop, stop, running around on me I never did anything to deserve it And I can't go anywhere without Whispering through your shoulder So cut, cut, cut me down to size I don't know anyone who lives for that And I can't go anywhere without Throwing wine in...