Songtext von Lucianne

Lucianne, I’m down on the floor and I’m not asking for much more than your hand Lucianne, I’m running out of steam And it’s starting to seem like I’m your man Lucianne, won’t you come back to me? Won’t you come home? Lucianne, don’t you think we could live In the last hour of sunday morn? Lucianne, you’re friends kind of suck And I don’t give a fuck what they say Lucianne, let’s go for a walk You know they’re gonna talk anyway Lucianne, won’t you come back to me? Won’t you come home? Lucianne, don’t you think we could live In the last hour of sunday morn?