Rowboat, row me to the shore
She don't want be my friend no more
She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul
She don't want to be my friend no more
Pick me up, give me some food to eat
In your truck going no place
I'll be home talking to nobody
You'll be strange, you'll be far away
Big fat moon
And my body's out of tune
With the burning waves
She's a billion years away
Dog food on the floor
And I've been like this before
She is all
And everything else is small
Pick me up, give me some alcohol
In your truck playing the radio
I'll be home with the gasoline
You'll be stoned, you'll be far away
Rowboat, row me to the shore
She don't want to be my friend no more
She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul
She is all, and everything else is small
Cette chanson est une reprise. Sa version originale a été créée par
Beck
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