he thought he was hopeless You see him a lot these days On the cover of this, on the back of that Looking a hundred different ways. Louis, you have money Louis
Übersetzung: The Roches. Louis.
Don't hold your tongue this time It's tied up on what you left behind Just like the morning gale, falls as she's on fire She hopes for something different
Übersetzung: Rochester. Spirit Of St. Louis.
