Лучшая коллекция современной джазовой и блюзовой музыки.
(Verse) Knocked on your door, early one night You barely opened enough for the light Through a mirror I could see all my things Stacked just out of sight
I thought it strange, but you said anyway Let's take a walk, I have something to say It was out under a lot, on a bench Down in the park
(Chorus) I'm a con man, comes out with the press Keep tellin' yourself that I don't care anymore You showed me a list of my things by your door
(Verse) You will find some school paper of mine I see your light and pen on your side A list of all my pros and cons That you see
The saddest things is that I can't disagree What I'm missing I couldn't see You said it's done, ? goes out three
(Chorus) I'm a con man, comes out with the press Keep tellin' yourself that I don't care anymore You showed me a list of my things by your door
(Interlude) The wind blows cold as you weep Softly explain I'm not what you need I can tell you why I disagree Oh, love is gone, but it's not up with me
(Chorus) I'm a con man, comes out with the press Keep tellin' yourself that I don't care anymore You showed me a list of my things by your door I'm a con man, comes out with the press Keep tellin' yourself that I don't care anymore You showed me a list of my things by your door