Текст: Lyle Lovett. Nobody Knows Me.

I like cream in my coffee
I like to sleep late on sundays
Nobody knows me like my baby

I like eggs over easy
Flour tortillas
Nobody knows me like my baby

Nobody holds me
Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me like my baby

But it was a dream made to order
South of the Border
Nobody knows me like my baby

And she cried, how could you do it
And i swore that there weren't nothing to it
Nobody knows me like my baby

Nobody holds me
Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me like my baby

And I like cream in my coffee
I hate to be alone on sunday
Nobody knows me like my baby