I'm tired of running away from detectives.
I'll end up crying if they let me.
I'm tired of playing with the kids.
I have a revolver in my pocket and I don't think.
I have a revolver in my pocket and I don't think.
They
are following me, detectives.
Someone is asking me for a favor.
I
can't get out, I hide in my clothes.
This is going from bad to worse.
It's the story of a hidden love.
It's the story of a romance.
I'm tired of playing with the kids.
I have a revolver in my pocket and I don't think.
I have a revolver in my pocket and I don't think.
I have a revolver in my pocket and I don't think.
I have a revolver in my pocket and I don't think.
