Bed Of Roses
Ton : FEnglish
BbSitting here wasted and wounded with this old pFiano.
Trying hBbard to capture the moment, this morning I doFn't know.
'cause a bAmottle of vodka still liBbes in my head and some bloFnde
gave me nightmares, I think that she's still in my bBbed.
As I tBbhink about movies they woCn't make of me when I'm deaFd.
With an iBbron-clad fist I wake up to french-kiss the moFrning.
While a mBbarching band keeps it's own beat in my head while we're talFking
about aAmll of the things I loBbnged to believe, about lovFe, the truth,
what you mean to me and the tBbruth is...
BbBaby you're Call that I need.
I wanna lDmay you doCwn in a bedBb of roseFs.
DmTonight I sCleep on a beBbd of naiFls.
I wanna bBbe just as clFose as the HolBby GhosFt is.
DmLay yCou doBbwn, on a bed of rosFes.
BbI'm so far away, each step that I take's on my wFay home.
BbA king's ransom in dimes I'd give each night to see through this paFyphone.
But I'd Amrun out of time or it's hBbard to get through till the bird on Fthe wire
flies me back to you. I'll just close mBby eyes.
And whisper "Bbbaby it probably is Ctrue".
The hBbotel bars hangover whCiskey's gone dry.
The bartFender's wig's crooked, she's giving me the eye.
I mBbight've said yes, but I laBbughed so hard I tChink I diedF.
BbNow as you close your eyes you know I'll be thinkiFng about you.
BbMy mistress she calls me to stand in her spoFtlight again.
BbI won't be alone, you know that don't mean I'm not lonFely.
I'veBb got nothing to prove, for its you I'd Cdie to defFend.