So I give in, and go to see
A friend up in Seattle;
She knows that getting me to come
Is more than half the battle
Oh, yes, the battle’s lost as we
Walk up and down the streets:
For she’s a jacket I must wear
That’s made out of
Her bedsheets
People and Feelings
So I give in, and go to see
A friend up in Seattle;
She knows that getting me to come
Is more than half the battle
Oh, yes, the battle’s lost as we
Walk up and down the streets:
For she’s a jacket I must wear
That’s made out of
Her bedsheets