So I took my guitar And I threw down some chords And some words I could sing without shame And I soon had a song I played it around For some friends
Two hearts, throwing off sparks Young and in love with our freedom Moonlight, those soft Southern nights We were both ripe to fall Well, I was out on
Bagman, honey Bagman, sugar Bagman, honey Bagman, sugar I know it feels good But be careful with your vices Falling, crawling on your knees again Watch
This is the final countdown. The hands on the clock. Become the hands upon your throat. Take a hard look at your time card. Add up all the hours.
Bagman honey Bagman sugar Bagman honey Bagman sugar I know it feels good But be careful with your vices Falling Crawling on your knees again Watch out
译文: 史蒂夫古德曼. 推销员之死.
: Bagman honey Bagman sugar Bagman honey Bagman sugar I know it feels good But be careful with your vices Falling Crawling on your knees again Watch
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