Alba s touto skladbou:
Naked Truth,
Sad lookin' faces
On these money makin' races ya
A tired child
With a soul that's running wild ya
On a saturday subway to a long distant place
I'm trying to find just a little bit of pride to laugh and forget your face
I don't understand you, walking away
You got intimidated ya
Do you glorify that I complete disarray
on this sentimental saturday?
The strange perfume of the lovers in the room ya
The bloody axes of the men who take your taxes ya
On a saturday taxi ride to a faraway place
I'm tryin' to find just a little inch of pride to smile and forget your face
I don't understand you walkin' away
You got intimidated ya
Do you glorify that I complete disarray
On this sentimental saturday
I don't understand you walkin' away
Was I intimidating ya
Do you glorify that i complete disarray
On this sentimental saturday?
I've been lost in New York City
It ain't so pretty
I've been runnin' around the world
Without the lover in me
I made it all up anyway
I don't understand you walkin' away
You got intimidated ya
Do you glorify that I complete disarray?
I made it all up anyway
I don't understand you walkin' away
Was I intimidating ya?
Do you glorify that I complete disarray
On this sentimental saturday?
