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Played from the bottom of your heart That is why it is so sad Are we supposed to listen to when When your loving becomes fine art And when something really hits you You strum your guitar And you write another song about your girlfriend and her bed Or you write another song about a woman that you met at a bar Sung from the bottom of your heart Well, I have to say I'm sorry I didn't realise how empty it was When the World War starts Relieved by the fame that saves you You see your chance And you write another song about your girlfriend and her bed Or you write another song about a woman that you met at a bar SongtexteAnd you call her "baby" And you call her "honey", too And you call her "baby" And you call her "honey", too Then you write another song about your girlfriend and her bed And you write another song about a woman that you met at a bar Aus Songtexte Mania