Texty:
Jones George You Re Still On My Mind

bottle of broken hearts and you're still on my mind The people are laughing and having their fun While I sit here crying over what you have done My pockets are empty my

Překlad: Jones, George. Vy jste ještě na mé mysli.

what we're giving (We're giving heartbeat props) You're giving more respect to a dead man than you do my man And my man's got the plans in his hand (

Mackin' me 'cause you know I'm paid That's why I'm clapin' my gardeners and fuckin' my maids Never mind my age but if we're takin' number 15 million

show I'm hurtin' all the time And the lonely know my secret they know you're on my mind There's a secret behind the lies you tell For inside is where

caressed them while you packed. Or the lip print on a half-filled cup of coffee that you poured and didn't drink. But at least you thought you wanted

pumping You got it all wrong When you wait for the TV to tell you what's going on I thought you're hype on the mic Yeah, they never get it right That'