Your Lover’s Nerve

Belgium or France maybe England
Reading your lips and they could be easily for me so fine and free
Well I went down here for your number but your colours were grey
I obeyed the fact that you were small, so silly small
But I'm easy for your lover's nerve
I'm easy and you might be hurt in a year or two weeks from now on
And when I think of it you lied you cut all my maybes twice
You might be far away Tango and waltz in the evening
Chasing the fears and they could be finally for me hunt them to be free
Load my revolver discussed with the old man stinking of gin
We'll it could be clear as ice to see just like you and me my friend
'Cause I am easy for your lover's nerve?
I am easy for your lover's nerve?
You might be far away, but I just don't know?

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Am I a believer in what the Good Book's all about Am I a good ole boy hangin' at the ole hang out Am I a drinker of a cold one now

В тот зимний день, Земля была в объятьях, С ума сошедших от любви небес, метель мела, Как - будто в белых платьях, По городу шли тысячи невест. А город жил разлуками и встречами, И праздновали люди

I'll be seeing you In all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces All day through In that small caf? The park across the way The children's carousel The chestnut tree The wishing well I'll be

Maybe you've heard your ole buddy's gone crazy Searching for words too deep sweet reason and rhyme Livin' alone more and more and he's prone to be lazy turnin' to stone blasted