Mardi
I left LA empty 'cause you weren't in my car
South on 5 past midnight
I still wonder where you are
Mardi I was weeping as I left the club
Longing for your rosewood touch and your six-stringed love
What is it you're seeking?
What is it you need?
Take from me anything, but don't take Mardi
What about my car?
Here's the keys just take it
Have my wallet too
But not Mardi, no that'd make me too blue
Some folks use whiskey
Some use THC
I had me Mardi to calm and comfort me
Mardi, I am singing without you in my arms
Searching for a reason for the music to go on
What about my car?
Here's the keys just take it
Have my wallet too
But not Mardi, no that'd make me too blue
Mardi I was weeping as I left the club
Longing for your rosewood touch and your six-stringed love
Longing for your rosewood touch and your six-stringed love
Longing for your rosewood touch and your six-stringed love
Longing for your rosewood touch and your six-stringed love