Tom Waits

Hold On They hung a sign up in out town "if you live it up, you won’t live it down" So, she left Monte Rio, son Just like a bullet leaves a gun With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips She went and took that California trip Well, the moon was gold, her hair like wind She said: don’t look back, just come on Jim. imagens: | a | b | c | d | e | f | g | h | i | j | l | m | n | o | p | q | r | s | links: | a | b | upload original: | media-01.anti.com |