Texty písní Eliza Doolittle

Eliza Doolittle

I'll Be Your Pillow

There'll come times and like the time before

When you're lying there, and your headache won't go

You keep trying to sleep

But your dreams won't come

Cause you've pissed off everybody you know

I'll be your pillow

I'll be your pillow

I'll be your place to rest, when you get tired

When your home address is expired

When you're looking too far, back and forth

When your eyes sting from the strain of it all

You keep trying to sleep

But that's how it goes

When you've pissed off everybody you know

I'll be your pillow

I'll be your pillow

I'll be your place to rest, when you get tired

When your home address is expired

I'll be your pillow

Come take a train with me, forget all you know

Come take a train with me, forget all you know

Take the strain from your shoulders

I'll be your pillow

When your home address is expired

I'll be your pillow

I'll be your pillow

I'll be your pillow

I'll be your pillow