Tracy & The Plastics Happens
You're leaving me tomorrow night
No need to worry no need to fight
Oh one fell through the floor
The other wakes up wanting more
Oh
You will leave this table set undone
You will leave me thinking every song's Been sung
But this is the song
I could not write you
This is the song for your sad and silent Spring
So the hot nights make you dream good
Do the cold nights mean you're understood?
