Текст песни «Phish - Horn»
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Written by Trey Anastasio and Tom Marshall
White wine, car horn
Now that you've deceived me
And played my name around
And hung those nasty fliers
On all the buildings in town
Dribbled my possessions
In a ring around the earth
And bought and sold my self control
For less than it was worth
Now I know the reason
That I'm feeling so forlorn
I'll pick you up at eight as usual
Listen for my horn
[instrumental]
White wine, car horn