Regina Spektor Ain't No Cover
It ain't no cover, it ain't no style
I shouldn't bother, he's eight miles high
But I adore him, and I implore him
Sayin' I love none other
But this ain't no style
He sits there smokin' his breath away
He sits there chokin' on what they say
But I adore him, and I implore him
Sayin' one of these mornings
I'm going away
The sun is setting, the day is done
Goodnight my lover, goodnight my son
I shouldn't bother he's eight miles high
But I love none other, till the day that I die
Oh till the day that I die, die die, die ,die, die, die, die, die, die, die
Oh till the day that I die, die, die.
I shouldn't bother, he's eight miles high
But I love none other till the day that I die
