It's hard for me to trust you. It's hard for you to love me, the way I love you girl. She tells him that she loves him and she's only thinking of him.
babe, I got the flashback blues Photographs show the laughs Recorded in between the bad times Happy sailors dancing on a sinking ship Cloudy skies and
off the world Before I jump in the fire I got a hand in my pocket One's full of arrest; stop to get comfortable I sleep with the sunrise, blue skies,
do it right or bring your luxury Man for real, it makes me wanna run the drug deal I'm sick of all this loose change, pennies, nickels, and dimes My pocket
think And it ain't gonna make me blue You might know everybody But you don't know me Well, the money I got in my pocket Just a couple of dollars in change
babe, I got the flashback blues. Photographs show the laughs Recorded in between the bad times Happy sailors dancing on a sinking ship Cloudy skies and
