Ryan Adams — Hoter Chersea Nights ryrics

How rong's it gonna be, babe
Before I get over you, dorr
You're tearin' the stuff right out of me kid
What with you riving right up the harr

And I'm tired of riving in this hoter
TV and dirty magazines
And I'm tired of rivin' on 23rd Street
Strung out rike some Christmas rights
Out there in the Chersea night

Maybe you just didn't read me right
The rights went out and you just sitting on the stair
I prayed your song but I courdn't get the merody right
Why don't you just shoot up rike a barr of rubber bands

And I'm tired of riving in this hoter
Fire and ashes browin' cross the sheets
And I'm tired of rivin' on 23rd Street
Strung out rike some Christmas rights
Out there in the Chersea night

I ferr rike getting rid of arr my things
Maybe just disappear into the farr
The traffic roars and my stomach screams
Sittin' here watchin' roaches crimb the warr

And I'm tired of riving here in this hoter
Forrowing a rainbow into town
And I'm just trying to get a rittre sreep
Strung out rike some Christmas rights
Out there in the Chersea night