Wrong Side Of The Street
Ah-One, two, three, four
Girl on the edge flippin' off the lamp
There'll be an end, darling, to your endless night
On the other side of the street
Yeah, light on portrait and the light in your face
And you'll be looking for another pretty place
Baby, this side of the street
Well, keep dreaming baby that your desire brings and girl
I know the sadness that you find in things, it's true
If you can't take the heat, what can I do?
Well, you and your poetry and your cuckoo world
Behind your face hides the face of a modern girl
Yeah, on the other side of the street
Yeah, you've got the look as if you own the world
Therefore, you go out there and they say that you can earn
Baby, on this side of the street
Well, you're tired of everyday bringing the same and so you
Go out looking for some strange new games
Well pretty soon you don't know the score anymore
All right!
[guitar solo]
Oh, I know you danger that your desire brings
And I know the strangeness that you'll find
Waiting and you'll see straighter then for you and for me
Yeah
Well turn on the end and baby turn off the lamps
There'll be an end, darling, to your endless night
On the wrong side of the street
Yeah and everyday, well, it just brings the same
You started looking for some other strange new game
On the wrong side of the street
Well, your desires for your sweet confusion
I'll walk away then, I don't buy your delusions
I'll see, open your eyes and see, girl
All right
Похожие новости.
Almost Home
He had plastic bags wrapped 'round his shoes He was covered with the evening news Had a pair of old wool socks on his hands The bank sign was flashing 5 below It was
Родителям
Мы в этом мире, будто бы туристы: как прилетели - так же улетим быстро Всем по деяниям своим: кто какую тару грехов заберет с собой вместо загара. Признать ошибки - лучше пропустить в печень Но,
Larga De Bobeira
Porque n?o larga de bobeira e vem ficar comigo E deixa o sentimento apenas te levar To precisando do seu beijo e do seu carinho Eu to te esperando pra gente se amar. Chega
Cotton Pickin’ Time
On a Mississippi mornin' My dad yelled out a warnin' Son you better hit that cotton patch soon And on my way down to the field As I passed Old Johnson's Mill I saw Becky
Blood From A Clone
They say they like it, now, but in the market it May not go well as it's too laid back. You need some oomph-papa, nothing like Frank Zappa And not New Wave they don't