The office party was hardly where I wanted to be on Christmas Eve. But I noticed, so I cleared my throat, Miss, pardon me, I said to the girl I caught
And I'm sure every jukebox on that east coast has heard these haunting notes Of what we used to call our song I'm sure every ashtray holds the memory
It's been three years lost to punching clocks and working fingers to cuticles. Patience tested under fluorescents inside a cubicle. It's a nine to five
Bite my lip for asking the question "Which one of you will take up our cause?" Selfishness bonds us like blood Now suffer through arrows and slings.
can [Chorus:] Boys everywhere, fumbling with the catches I struck lucky with motel matches Falling for you without a second look Falling out of your open pocketbook Giving you away like motel matches
Vertaling: Kat op Vorm. Stel dit aan die brand met hul eie gespeel.
Vertaling: Samestelling. Audio Bloed - die wedstryde.
Vertaling: Elvis Costello. Motel gespeel.
Vertaling: Dit. Wedstryde te Paper Dolls.
Vertaling: Die Format. Wedstryde.
Vertaling: Julianne Hough. Verberg u gespeel.
Vertaling: Sammy Kershaw. Wedstryde.
Vertaling: Laaste van die gelowiges. Gooi gespeel.
Vertaling: Lemon Demon. Gespeel en naels.
Vertaling: Stuart, Marty. Wedstryde.
Vertaling: Die wedstryde. Didi (My Doe, Deel 2).
Vertaling: Die wedstryde. Lazier as Furniture.
Vertaling: Die wedstryde. Wat Katie Said.