Silver Date — текст песни (Ultimate Fakebook)

No, I don`t, I tell her tounge I tell her, still I drink it all And now my head`s so silver numb I guess she`s crystal clear Cuz she`s all a blur, playing quarter songs And she keeps her eyes at the jukebox on the needle til it falls CHORUS Summer doll, my will`s so low See her laughing on her own See her dancing all alone, again Tell my thoughts I will go home Singing like a drunken dove Dreaming like a bum in love again Somewhere down her silver song I saw her turn and gently gave around My dumb eyes caught hers on me then she turned her heels We`ll never go, cuz we couldn`t talk This silver date slips into the somber waitress` last call CHORUS