Из альбома: Americana
You used to be number one
Then you were number two
You’ve never met three
But four said she knows you
Five is my mother
Six, seven, eight are my friends
But don’t worry girl, I’ll fit you in
Cos I have nine
Nine are the numbers on my speed dial
Eight I hate to love and love to hate
Seven just wants to procreate
Six is on the level and five is my mother
Four, I open the door, she won’t leave
Three and two are shoe-ins
But don’t worry girl, I’ll fit you in
Cos I have nine
Nine are the numbers on my speed dial
(Merci à Vince pour cettes paroles)