Anita

Anita, it’s time for me to go
Anita, it’s time for me to go
«Anita, do you recall how I loved you then?»
«You never loved me at all»
«Of course i did.»
«No»
«You know i did»
I need a basement for my thoughts
I need a convent on my block
I need wounds bound my lady
And if you must know
I’m going home, I’m going home, I’m going
Oh, and where have you been when I need friends?
Now I need someplace to hang my head
I need someplace to hang my head
I need someplace to hang my head