Leg

Tuesdays and Fridays I'd wait at the bus stop And guess who won't show up I'm tired of waiting for you Reflections in puddles and rain on their faces How awkward this place is When all seems connected to you You warned me from the first time on But I chose to ignore the things you said Of course it didn't take you long To figure out a way to pull my leg Well, here I stand I don't feel too good Slightly canned I wish you would Untie the knot Untie the knot, then the have Have not Untie the knot You won't have me worried I can still take care of myself somehow You won't have me worried Just have to rethink my thoughts somehow Well, here I stand I don't feel too good Slightly canned I wish you would Untie the knot --- Leg - Bettie Serveert