Letra da Música: Mrs Playing Dead - The Crocketts

It's not every afternoon
That I walk into a bar
And I look at a woman
And I know I'm Going to love her all of my life.
It's not every evening
I go weak at the knees
And I get butterflies
And I know I'm going to love her all of my life
Hey Mrs playing dead
I just saw you move your head
The sun is out
The sky is blue
Romance is in the air
I am so reduced I am hanging on although
What human that is in me is left to live
Life like a rat off of your words
And the ever present voice
Hypnotic and singing on through
And I am dead to you