Bài hát Fresh Out The Slammer Báo Lỗi

Now, pretty baby

I'm runnin' back home to you

Fresh out the slammer

I know who my first call will be to

Fresh out the slammer, oh

Another summer, takin' cover, rolling thunder

He don't understand me

Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter

He was with her in dreams

Gray and blue and fights and tunnels

Handcuffed to the spell I was under

For just one hour of sunshine

Years of labor, locks and ceilings

In the shade of how he was feeling

But it's gonna be alright

I did my time

Now, pretty baby

I'm runnin' back home to you

Frеsh out the slammer

I know who my first call will be to

Frеsh out the slammer, oh

Camera flashes, welcome bashes, get the matches

Toss the ashes off the ledge

As I said in my letters

Now that I know better

I will never lose my baby again

My friends tried, but I wouldn't hear it

Watch me daily disappearing

For just one glimpse of his smile

All those nights, he kept me going

Swirled you into all of my poems

Now we're at the starting line

I did my time

Now, pretty baby

I'm running

To the house we still wait up

And that porch light gleams

To the one who says

I'm the girl of his American dreams

And no matter what I've done

It wouldn't matter anyway

Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up now

That I know what's at stake here

At the park

Where we used to sit on children's swings

Wearing imaginary rings

But it's gonna be alright

I did my time