Волынки и Web.
Ничего общего! Почти...

Somewhere In Brooklyn

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 20.09.2012

[Chorus]
She was covered in leather and gold
21 years old
I lost her in the cold
It's unfair she's out there
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
She's somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn

[Verse 1]
Little Ms. Perfect
Sitting at the train stop
Red Nike high tops
Listening to hip-hop
While we were waiting
Started conversating
Before I got a name
Along came a train

oooooh, oooooh
Next stop Brooklyn
ooooh, ooooh,
Now I'm lookin'

[Chorus]
She was covered in leather and gold
21 years old
I lost her in the cold
It's unfair she's out there
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
She's somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn

[Verse 2]
On the street kicking rocks
Circling the same block
Green pointed flowers
Searching every corner shop
Tapping people's shoulder
Asking if they know her
Everyday's the same
It's back to the train

oooooh, oooooh
Next stop Brooklyn
ooooh, ooooh,
I'm still lookin'

[Chorus]
She was covered in leather and gold
21 years old
I lost her in the cold
It's unfair she's out there
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn
She's somewhere, somewhere, somewhere in Brooklyn

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh
I wonder will we ever meet again
[repeat 2 more times]

oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh
I hope we do
Somewhere in Brooklyn


Похожие новости.


Sorry

Sorry

Любовь прошла... Любовь прошла... Любовь прошла... Идём давным-давно неведомо куда На сотни миль вокруг чужие города Как в тумане идут корабли Как в тумане блуждаем и мы с тобой Всё ищем берег свой. Забило сердце вдруг сигнальные огни Меняю



Soon As I Get Home / Home

Soon As I Get Home / Home

Miss One? Munchkins? There's a feeling here inside That I cannot hide And I know I've tried But it's turning me around I'm not sure that I'm aware If I'm up or down Or here or there I need



Батькова Сорочка

Батькова Сорочка

Шепотіла казку нам в дитинстві мати, Як садив дубочка батько біля хати, Як вона плекала теплою сльозою, І як ріс дубочок з кожною весною. Як, було, жахалась мати серед ночі, Як вона до ранку не



Little Hell

Little Hell

What if I can't be all that you need me to be We've got a good thing going, we have some promises to keep But my addiction it can be such a



I Am Woman

I Am Woman

I am woman, you are man I am smaller so you can be taller than I am softer to the touch It's a feeling I like feeling very much You are someone whom I




Нет комментариев

Комментариев нет.

Извините, обсуждение на данный момент закрыто.