You speak to me in sign language,
As I`m eating a sandwich in a small cafe
At a quarter to three.
But I can`t respond to your sign language.
You`re taking advantage, bringing me down.
Can`t you make any sound?
`Twas there by the bakery, surrounded by fakery.
This is my story, still I`m still there.
Does she know I still care?
Link Wray was playing on a jukebox, I was paying
For the words I was saying, so misunderstood.
He didn`t do me no good.
Toegevoegd door walter op do 31 jan, 2008 11:56 pm