
I must have called a thousand times to tell you: ...
I must have called a thousand times to tell you:
"I'm sorry, for everything that I've done"
But when I call you never seem to be home
It's too late, it's too late, am I too late?
Tell me now, am I running out of time?
First you both go out your way
And the vibe is feeling strong
Wrap your wings around my body
And now I don't understand it
You don't mess with love, you mess with the truth
Los chce ze mną grać w pokera,
raz mi daje raz zabiera
In this California king bed
We're ten thousand miles apart
Don't give it up
I want to keep us compromising
How about a round of applause?
Standing ovation?
Baby I don't need dollar bills to have fun tonight
I love cheap thrills
All my life I've been good, but now
I am thinking what the hell