homeless — In this house where I grew up With cozy chairs and broken cups Memories piled up to the ceiling Can they tell what I am feeling... Heavy steps on hardwood floors Into my room trough broken doorsTry to leave this day behind me But peace will neverfind me
Tell me that I'm special Tell me I look pretty Tell me I'm a little angelSweetheart of your city Say what I'm dying to hear 'Cause I'm dying to hear you
Tell me that I'm special Tell me I look pretty Tell me I'm a little angelSweetheart of your city Say what I'm dying to hear 'Cause I'm dying to hear you
Tell me that I'm special Tell me I look pretty Tell me I'm a little angelSweetheart of your city Say what I'm dying to hear 'Cause I'm dying to hear you
Tell me that I'm special Tell me I look pretty Tell me I'm a little angelSweetheart of your city Say what I'm dying to hear 'Cause I'm dying to hear you