Send a message to my girlfriend
My little Nakita, my little doll
All around her, up so high
She has built a concrete wall
I've tried talking but my girlfriend, she can't hear
With all the mortar, she keeps herself away
Today's another day
Me and my girlfriend, we're still here
Why all this torture
Books for a blind man wouldn't be fair
I ask my self, "What would Cassanova do?"
Probably nothing
Just move on to another town, 'nother town, not this town
Send a message
Send a message
Send a message to my girlfriend
Little Nakita, my little doll
Tell her the torture got too much to take
Now if I got the wrong picture
Tell my girlfriend I'll be in the next town
I'll be in the next town for a while
I've tried talking but my girlfriend, she can't hear
With all the mortar, she keeps herself away
I ask my self, "What would Cassanova do?"
Probably nothing
Just move on to another town
© 1996 Jerome Mayne
