.At a big wooden table in an office off of Ann Street
It might as well be the ocean for as far as you feel from me
But honey, baby, please...
Shit, Iâm sorry
I didnât mean to call you honey
I trace the grain with my finger>
Keep my eyes low, stir my coffee
.
Have you been looking for lyrics of your favorite song, too long? Lyrics has got them all listed out for you by your favorite songwriters, artists neatly arranged by albums you love. Simply,Choose an album, artist or lyricist and start discovering lyrics of your favorite songs.
Allow To View All Exclusive Content & Notifications š