I don't know what to do without you, I don't know where to put my hands [...] I don't need the world to see that I've been the best I can be, but I don't think I could stand to be where you don't see me
ditemi che non sono l'unica che quando torna a casa dopo giorni vede i propri gatitos rimpiccioliti o mi arrabbio perché significa che non hanno mangiato
you squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi, I can tell that it's going to be a long road. I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe, or if you strike out and you're crawling home.