(Telephone message) Hey you, do you remember me? Fifteen sitting in a graveyard talking about the history Are you sleeping well at night? Your eyes are
: She was an alcoholic artist With too much makeup round her eyes And I never knew her real name She was sunbeam wrapped in lies But I love her and I
: (Telephone message) Hey you, do you remember me? Fifteen sitting in a graveyard talking about the history Are you sleeping well at night? Your eyes
When I get out of Aberdeen one of these days Trade in the truck and these fields of green for a ticket on the airways I've seen pictures in magazines
I've been tryin real hard... To realize But somethings take a long long Long long time (a long time) [Chorus] Hold the phone Hit repeat You got me foamin
She was an alcoholic artist With too much makeup round her eyes And I never knew her real name She was sunbeam wrapped in lies But I love her and I'm