She’s sick of being late, she knows she’s second rate. She wonders if you’ll stay, and love her anyway. She’s crawling back again, it’s such a bitter end. She knows she don’t belong, she screams a children’s song
A chaque fois, j’ai la chair de poule. Bien des années après, ce timbre de voix me prend l’âme et me «soul».
«She got a lover’s soul, she lost her radio
She got her memories, her extremities
She’s drivin’ much too fast, she wants to make it last
She wrote a song for you, she calls it black and blue
[Chorus:]
It ain’t no way, to live a lifetime
Ain’t no way, to live at all
Ain’t no way, to live a lifetime
It just ain’t no way darling, to live at all
She’s sick of being late, she knows she’s second rate
She wonders if you’ll stay, and love her anyway
She’s crawling back again, it’s such a bitter end
She knows she don’t belong, she screams a children’s song
[Chorus:]
And it ain’t no way, to live a lifetime
Ain’t no way, to live at all
Ain’t no way, to live a lifetime
It just ain’t no way darling, to live at all»
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