3 acessos
Howe:
Nothing but a cold floor under my feet
And outside the wind blows blustery
Nothing but a ghost knocking on my door
All because you can't send me love no more
Howe & Henriette:
Send me no more love
It would only stand to make me sick
Send me love no more
I would only get back in what I put out
Real quick
Howe:
I knew a man who would talk a good game
Words sweet a syrup pouring down like rain
One fateless night fooling around down town
When that girl came in you could the sap
Hit the ground
Howe & Henriette:
Now I know a girl
with a man on a string
She likes to see how much he could take
With a come on
and little heart break
She swore she didn't need anymore
than all she could take
Henriette:
Nothing but a cold floor under my feet
And outside the wind blows bitterly
Nothing but a ghost knocking on my door
All because you can't send me love no more
Howe & Henriette:
Send me no more love
It would only stand to make me sick
Send me love no more
I would only get back in what I put out
Real quick