歌词
I traced all of the letters
On all of your letters
I traced all of the letters
On all of your letters, your own letters
Let's talk about the sound of the phone outside of Texaco
From bell south down to a southern belle
I traced all of the letters
On all of your letters
I traced all of the letters
On all of your letters, your own letters
Let's talk about the sound of the phone outside of Texaco
From bell south down to a southern belle
Let's talk about the sound of the phone outside of Texaco
From bell south down to a southern belle
Let's talk about the sound of the phone outside of Texaco
From bell south down to a southern belle, a southern belle
You never wrote in perfect lines
And I never wrote you perfect lines, you perfect lines
So why aren't all roads perfect lines?
Why aren't all roads perfect lines?