Sally's Waiting
Sally's waiting alone in the cold cold night yeah
Searching for a better place, shining white and bright
Can't go home anymore, ain't no train ain't no car
Well there's a light in the dark, lures her to I.O. Bar
And Sally's swaying and swinging, her eyes are black and blurred
Tattered clothes with holes hang down with blood and dirt
And Sally's swaying and swinging, her eyes are black and blurred
Tattered clothes with holes hang down with blood and dirt
With empty bottles of wine, she's entering the pub a-ha
Ain't no feelings for anybody, got no respect, got no doubt
So she jumps on a table, losing her common sense
With 20 bucks from this old man, she starts a private dance
And Sally's swaying and swinging, her eyes are black and blurred
Tattered clothes with holes hang down with blood and dirt
And Sally's swaying and swinging, her eyes are black and blurred
Tattered clothes with holes hang down with blood and dirt
Does it hurt
In your heart
When you look at her
Don't you think
You can care for her
Can you help, won't you help why don't you help yeah
And Sally's swaying and swinging, her eyes are black and blurred
Tattered clothes with holes hang down with blood and dirt
And Sally's swaying and swinging, her eyes are black and blurred
Tattered clothes with holes hang down with blood and dirt
Searching for a better place, shining white and bright
Can't go home anymore, ain't no train ain't no car
Well there's a light in the dark, lures her to I.O. Bar
And Sally's swaying and swinging, her eyes are black and blurred
Tattered clothes with holes hang down with blood and dirt
And Sally's swaying and swinging, her eyes are black and blurred
Tattered clothes with holes hang down with blood and dirt
With empty bottles of wine, she's entering the pub a-ha
Ain't no feelings for anybody, got no respect, got no doubt
So she jumps on a table, losing her common sense
With 20 bucks from this old man, she starts a private dance
And Sally's swaying and swinging, her eyes are black and blurred
Tattered clothes with holes hang down with blood and dirt
And Sally's swaying and swinging, her eyes are black and blurred
Tattered clothes with holes hang down with blood and dirt
Does it hurt
In your heart
When you look at her
Don't you think
You can care for her
Can you help, won't you help why don't you help yeah
And Sally's swaying and swinging, her eyes are black and blurred
Tattered clothes with holes hang down with blood and dirt
And Sally's swaying and swinging, her eyes are black and blurred
Tattered clothes with holes hang down with blood and dirt
Credits
Writer(s): Stephan Siering
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.