Playhouse Songtext
von Floyd Jones

Yeah baby, you have tore your playhouse down
Yeah baby, you have tore your playhouse down
Since I used to love you, but I sure do hate you now

You used to be sweet as an apple grow on a tree
You used to be sweet as an apple grow on a tree
But this day and time now baby, you ain′t nothing what you used to be

Said in the morning, I'll be looking at the rising sun
Well in the morning, I′ll be looking at the rising sun
Said that to talk with you is for me great consolation