martes, 11 de noviembre de 2008

.. All my bags are packed down I'm ready to go, I'm standing here outside your door, I hate to wake you up to say goodbye, but the dawn is breaking, it's early morn. The taxi's waiting, he's blow his horn already I'm so lonesome I could die. So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me, hold me like you'll never let me go. Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane, I don't know when I'll be back again. Oh babe, I hate to go ..