Paroles de Doreen

Old 97's

pochette album Doreen
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Date de parution : 20/06/2006

Durée : 0:03:43

Style : Pop



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When i first met doreen
She was barely seventeen
She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar

The way she tossed 'em back
I would've had a heart attack
But as it is i let her drive my car

We galloped through the boroughs
Like a pair of horny thoroughbreds
Until i said, "stop the car, doreen"

Well, you can roll your eyes and nod
But i swear that i saw god in the moonlight
On a side street in the wreckage we call queens

Doreen, doreen, last night, i had an awful dream
You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen
Come clean, doreen, come clean, doreen

Well, i'm pulling into cleveland
In a seven-seater tour van
There's eight of us, so i'm sleeping on the floor

The guy that plays the banjo
Keeps on handing me the old crow
Which multiplies my sorrow, i can't take it anymore

Doreen, doreen, last night, i had an awful dream
You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen
Come clean doreen, come clean, doreen

Now i'm begging and i'm pleading
"well pull over guys, i'm bleeding
There's a fina off the highway with a phone"

I'm calling you, doreen
But it rings and rings and rings
Where is it that you are, if you aren't in our bed at home

Doreen, doreen, last night, i had an awful dream
You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen
Come clean, doreen, come clean, doreen

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