Blue Ray

Fading from your memory Oh God I think it's getting to me I got this feeling I just can't itch She's got a dog He's got a bitch And she's got golden arches I stand and wait outside your tower gates Wonder how I ever let you heart escape And I lie awake baby You close the blinds and turn the light I make my way back home at night And she's got open markets Oh God She's got open markets Her little friend is quite the stitch An underestimated pitch But there's this feeling I just can't itch She's got a dog He's got a bitch