di Jon Bon Jovi
BON JOVI
Sitting here wasted and wounded
At this old piano
Trying hard to capture
The moment this morning I don’t know
‘Cause a bottle of vodka
Is still lodged in my head
And some blonde gave me nightmares
I think that she’s still in my bed
As I dream about movies
They won’t make of me when I’m dead
With an ironclad fist
I wake up and french kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps its own beat in my head
While we’re talking
About all of the things that I long to believe
About love, the truth, what you mean to me
And the truth is
Baby you’re all that I need