every jerk and every clown I walk the streets, hear your voice in my head I [? ] an empty bed I've got your number but you're never at home I leave
every jerk and every clown I walk the streets, hear your voice in my head I [?] an empty bed I've got your number but you're never at home I leave a
Vertaling: Knikken. Ik heb Got Your Number.
I miss the soft cold touch of your skin In the night when [?] I see your picture smashed to the ground But my heart begins to pound I've got your number
