1: tired of being far away from home, far

God, how can I trust anyone after years of

two, one, twoOne, two, cha-cha-chaOne, two, two, oneTwo, one,

Life is a mystery, everyone must stand aloneI hear you call

one kiss on my lipsWas all it took to

guy was meant for meAnd I was meant for

1: Catharine where you walk, 'cause the sidewalks talkAnd

name is DitaI'll be your mistress tonightI'll be your

hit the elevator right up to the rooftopThe bass

Twelve bottles of Whisky on the wall, twelve bottles of whiskeyYou

won't believe me (You won't believe me)I had to let

You only see what your eyes want to seeHow can life

can life be what you want it to be?You're

are you waiting for? Nobody's gonna show you howWhy

can make it aloneI can make it aloneI can make

sisters and me, my sisters and me)(My sisters and me,

was a time I was happy in my lifeThere

music, music, musicMusic, music, music, musicMusic, music, music, musicMusic, music,

feel it on my finger tipsHear it on the window

what IMmm, what IMmm, what IHey, hey, heyMmm, what IMmm,