zeile august: Music
Prodigal Sun
(zeile august)
Prodigal Sun:
Don’t call me nothin’ and I won’t call you anything at all- cause i am not the Good Daughter and you are not the Prodigal Son. So why don’t you lay and rest your head a while while you watch me fall...from the pedestal on which you’ve been puttin’ me on. On...puttin’ me on. On... puttin’ me on. Cause you don’t roll like a river- you don’t sound like a song- you are just a little devil who’s been puttin’ me on. On...puttin’ me on. On...puttin me on. So don’t call me nothin’ and i won’t call you anything it all.