L.P.L.S.

What you do at night
When you're all alone
Talking to your own
Little pretty lonely soul

Thinking what to do with your life
Finding the truth in wine
Sometimes it helps and it's alright
Sometimes you think of suicide

You'd like to live on your own
But you keep hanging on your telephone
You'd like to live the high high life
But this world stabs you with a knife

Cold night empty streets
Driving your father's car
You drive fast not affraid of the speed
You don't mind that you can die (Right know)

What you do at night
When you're all alone
Talking to your own
Little pretty lonely soul

What you do at night
When you're all alone
Talking to your own
Little pretty lonely soul

Thinking what to do with your life
Finding the truth in wine
Sometimes it helps and it's alright
Sometimes you think of suicide

What you do at night
When you're all alone
Talking to your own
Little pretty lonely soul

What you do at night
When you're all alone
Talking to your own
Little pretty lonely soul

What you do at night
When you're all alone
Talking to your own
Little pretty lonely soul

What you do at night
When you're all alone
Talking to your own
Little pretty lonely soul



Credits
Writer(s): The Valentines
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