Letra de Never Even Told Me Her Name

Suzy was a glad-rag-clad clown run-aroundNever even told me her nameBut I found it in a half-burnt pin-up PolaroidSmiling through the wall at her placeLooking at her bed, I satSucking on a cigaretteWonder why I bothered to chaseWhen I'm tired of making timeI'm tired of making timeSo I slip away on the story lineI heard you on the Radioyou were screaming outyou grabbed me by my Heart and soul through the speakercone electric hands andTouched my face seemed to saywe are here,we areSuzy tried to call said"I'm not waiting for You to come and sweep me away"It isn't that I don't careI'm just all wired upTrying to think of something to sayClinging to a credit cardWaiting for the phone to stopTake me back to heaven again'cus I'm tired of making timeI'm tired of making soundSo I slip away on the story lineI heard you on the Radioyou were screaming outyou grabbed me by my Heart and soul through the speakercone electric hands andTouched my face seemed to saywe are here,we areOh oh oh oh oh oh ohDon't stop Don't stop I'm comingDown where I can find my feet againSo I slip away on the story lineI heard you on the Radioyou were screaming outyou grabbed me by my Heart and soul through the speakercone electric hands andTouched my face seemed to saywe are here,we are