tennis? Freedom is the man with the red grenade She ran out of gas, got beat and raped Do you like tennis? Well do you like tennis? Yes I do
like tennis? Freedom is the man with the red grenade She ran out of gas, got beat and raped Do you like tennis? Well do you like tennis? Yes I do
Μετάφραση: Ρέα, Chris. Τένις.
It's all become a fantasy She sits and reads about Tiffany's I moan all day about the state of the world And the sun beats down Her book if full of
Sweet serenade, in your shade May I rest Just for a while, won't stay long I'll do my best To help you help me to find some friends That I have lost
Don't ask me how long baby it's gonna take I don't know honey, just give it a break Love don't happen to you overnight You got to feed it, leave it Give
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He's watching the girls on the dance floor He's watching the light in her hair He's praying that love's gonna come soon There's a sweet smell of hope
Sat out a card game in a motel room Don't let the muzak drive you crazy late at night They tell me it's all part of the deal I'm in Well I close my eyes
I was down, nowhere bound Needed love, any love Something new, breezy and bashful but true Changing my whole point of view Suddenly someone, a midnight
The gas-lamp flickers in the night And jingle-jangles in the wind The pool-hall cowboys play and play 'Cos pool-hall hot shots don't go home And a lonely
The steel mill closes down tonight As the dying embers fade And all the guys are too tired for tears Checking their final pay Those razored sabres of
I lie awake, late at night I just don't seem to sleep at all Got so high, don't I know why Said man I got that Moon-dog call Stepping out into the street
Standing in the half light Wondering if you can There stands the priest of sinners Consolation in his hands Though he prays he won't need it He keeps
Standing in the half-light Wondering if he can There stands the priest of sinners Consolation in his hands Though he prays that he won't need it He keeps
