Текст песни The Personal Ads (brodie) с переводом

I’m calling in sick this morning

I got the stomach flu without a warning

That’s not the truth, but that’s what I’ll say

Because I committed to finding you today

You wrote Your name and number

On the palm of my hand

But my palms got sweaty and the ink, it ran

Don’t know if your name is Jen, Joan or Jan

I hope you read the personal ads

This last week I’ve tried so hard to think

But that night I had about five too many drinks

So, in the paper I’ll place an ad

To tell you how I feel and how much fun I had

You wrote your name and number

On the palm of my hand

But my palms got sweaty and the ink, it ran

It smudged off on a beer can

I hope you read the personal ads

I met you last week at the 11th street bar

Now it’s you that I seek

I don’t know where (who) you are

I had the time of my life

In the back seat of my car

Oh Yeah

I hope you read the personal ads

If I could just see you again

My life would feel complete

At least for one more night next week

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