You let me keep you entertained. With stories, I exaggerate. That you know arenā²t true. And as you sit there making daisy chains. And I throw in a hand grenade. And tell you how it is, I really feel for you. I'm sending postcards from my heart. Your love for a postmark and then. You know that you make me feel like. Don't - with my love That heart is so cold All over my own I donā²t wanna know that, babe Ah-lah-m-lah-lah Don't - with my love I told her, she knows Take aim and reload I donā²t wanna know that, babe Ah-lah-m-lah-lah On my hotel door I don't even know if she knows what for She was crying on my shoulder, I already told you QuJgKwJ.
