Teksty: The Raconteurs. Level.

My baby's on the level
I try to read her mind
She's on the straight and narrow
I'm guessing all the time

But I can't see the road
If I'm looking at the signs
I'm carrying a load
And stepping out of line

My baby's on the level
And I try to read her mind
She's on the straight and narrow
And I'm guessing all the time

Oh well how can I see the road
If I'm looking at the signs
I'm carrying a load
And stepping out of line