Print

I'd be at the diner nowBut you're not allowed to smoke insideAnd I can't afford to compromisethe few devices that I havethat help me write.I gotta smokeI gotta be alone.Frequently I've gotta burn oneto my dome, or twoIt helps me figure outwhat a saxophone would do.So I can have a melodyOne that I can stickinside of you.And you can hum iton your way towherever you goAnd if I'm luckyyou will start to think thateven though your girlfrienddoesn't understandwhy you're always sadThere's someone who knows exactly that.That's me, I'm the lyricistIt's not my jobIt's my dispositionSongtexteI gotta let you knowthis life is richWe're not aloneYou see it's really me, that I'm trying to convinceThat's me, I'm the lyricistIt's not my jobIt's my dispositionI gotta let you knowthis life is richWe're not aloneYou see it's really me, that I'm trying to convince Aus Songtexte Mania