Текст песни
Oh, what's the thoughts in that bald head
Now I don't feel safe in my bed
My feelings are in rife
But they have no place in your life
I'm like a dog waiting for a handout
But you told me to get out
I want to be remembered by you
But fate does not allow me to argue
I want to trust my heart and to be sured
That someday you will love me and I'll be cured
