Long Gone — текст песни (Bryan Adams)

The telephones bin ringin - ringin off the wall

Its your las vegas lawyer - another long distance call

He says you get the house and the car

And I get the clothes I got on

Now shes gone

Long, long, long, long gone

Now Im a happy boy



Shes long, long, long, long gone



Operator get me manhatten - get my baby on the line

Sooner or later shes gotta realize

That all my feelins were for real

But maybe she was leadin me on



Chorus



She took the frigidaire

She got my favorite chair

You could say she got the best of me



Its like a legal crime

But in a matter of time

Shell be back for the rest of me