Door to Door, words

It's tough being left in a right-hand world

It's hard being single when you knock on doors

And your foot got bit when she got bored

So you moved to the city where you hit the floor

'Cause a drink was your only way of escape

Could you hold my hands and we'll forget the shakes

Could you hold my hands and we'll forget the quakes

You'll never get the stains out of your shirt

Your white collar's soiled a deep dark blue

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