Harlem
Harlem - South Of France songtekst
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Drivin' in the south of France And I'm blastin' Abba Moroccan guy askin me A sensual question Lookin' at the beach It's a shame That it's a-rainin' I wish I could take a swim Instead I'm stuck in a cab with a stranger Drank last night and I feel like shit I hate every book I've ever read Take back the words I never said I need somewhere to rest my head I'm lookin' for a big old, big old med Two years later I'm back in the same town This time I brought my girlfriend We fought at the beach and slept at a ? We told each other it was the end All the girls on the beach all topless and tan Real pretty bodies what would they taste like, man I wish I was different More like Duvall (?) But every time I try I realize I can't I hear a party and ? I can hear all of them ? Ever wait four years ? I'm just gonna wait for the next day Next day I wake up I drink coffee And I go for a walk around town Buy some drugs off a street man Go back hotel Lie back down I'm thinkin' there's a gas leak in my room I'm on drugs I'm freakin' out Do I call the ? and tell him Or do I just go back to sleep I hate every book I've ever read Take back the words you never said I need somewhere to rest my head I'm lookin' for a big old, big old med