and when the day ends i'm sure she feels sorrow
the lonely guy i am i wait for her to change
Os mesmos acordes, mas todos solto, não é abafado.
i wish she'd be more kind now
i'm out of luck cause the shades are pulled down
i've seen everything there is to be shown
i followed her all the way home
i can't be too cool in a tree with my pants down
i bet this last time's the 1 time too many
the rush of waiting is burning through my head
right after supper her brother showers twice a week
he kicks my ass so much that filthy white inbred
i've made mistakes by looking in the wrong window