Из альбома: Songs For Drella
(feat. John Cale)
I really care a lot
although I look like I do not
Since I was shot
there's nobody but you
I know I look blase (* accented on "e")
party Andy's what the papers say
At dinner I'm the one who pays
for a nobody like you
Nobody but you, a nobody like you
Since I got shot, there's nobody but you
Won't you decorate my house
I'll sit there quiet as a mouse
You know me I like to look a lot
at nobody like you
I'll hold your hand and slap my face
I'll tickle you to your disgrace
Won't you put me in my proper place
a nobody like you
Sundays I pray a lot
I'd like to wind you up and paint your clock
I want to be what I am not
for a nobody like you
The bullet split my spleen and lung
the doctors said I was gone
Inside I've got some shattered bone
for nobody but you
Nobody but you, a nobody like you
Shattered bone, for nobody but you
I'm still not sure I didn't die
and if I'm dreaming I still have bad pains inside
I know I'll never be a bride
to nobody like you
I wish I had a stronger chin
my skin was good, my nose was thin
This is no movie I'd ask to be in
with a nobody like you
Nobody like you, a nobody like you
All my life
It's been nobodies like you