Maybe — текст песни (Nikka Costa)

Maybe faraway, or maybe real nearby

He maybe pouring her coffee

She maybe straightening his tie

Maybe in a house, all hidden by a hill

She`s sittin` playing pianah

He`s sitting paying a bill

Betcha they`re young

Betcha they`re smart

Bet the collect things like ash trays ans art

Betcha they`re good why shouldn`t they be

Their one mistake was giving up me

So, maybe now it`s time

And maybe when I wake

They`ll be there calling me baby

Maybe

Betcha he reads, betcha she sews

Maybe she`s made me a closet of clothes

Maybe they`re strick, as straight as a line

Don`t really care as long as they`re mine

So, maybe now this prayer`s

The last one of it`s kind

Won`t you please come and get yor baby

Maybe