Thomas Alan Waits je americký písničkář, šansoniér, autor písní a herec. O jeho hlase jeden americký kritik napsal: „ Jako kdyby byl naložený v sudu s bourbonem, potom pár měsíců visel v udírně a nakonec přes něj přejelo auto. “ Gery Graff. Na...
Píseň: Please Call Me, Baby
- Interpret:
- Tom Waits
- Album:
- The Heart Of Saturday Night
The evening fell just like a star Left a trail behind You spit as you slammed out the door If this is love we're crazy As we fight like cats and dogs But I just know there's got to be more CHORUS So please call me, baby Wherever you are It's too cold to be out walking in the streets We do crazy things when we're wounded Everyone's a bit insane I don't want you catching your death of cold Out walking in the rain And I admit that I ain't no angel I admit that I ain't no saint I'm selfish and I'm cruel but you're blind If I exorcise my devils Well my angels may leave too When they leave they're so hard to find CHORUS And we're always at each other's throats You know it drives me up the wall But most of the time I'm just blowing off steam And I wish to God you'd leave me Baby I wish to God you'd stay Life's so different than it is in your dreams CHORUS
