Нет тебя, а мне всё кажется, ты со мной Две судьбы в одну не свяжутся, ты со мной Ночь в глазах и одиночество, ты со мной Ты любви моей высочество, ты
В краю остекленевших слёз и глаз Мы встретимся с тобою только раз Лишь только раз Только раз ты мог со мной сравниться Только раз ты мог в любви забыться
[Chorus - Cisco] Baby will be my, corona and lime And I will be your, main squeeze And if your brother don't like my style, We can take it to the street
Passed out on the overpass Sunday best and broken glass Broken down from the bikes and bars Suspended like spirits over speeding cars You and me we're
(brooker / reid)* Lime street in the afternoon Everybody crazy as a coon I'm running round in my underpants Trying to find some kinda romance Quarter
Boatman calls from the lake A lone loon dives upon the water I put my hand over her Down in the lime tree arbour The wind in the trees is whispering
KEY LIME PIE Writers Bill Anderson, Buddy Cannon, Kenny Chesney RECORDED BY KENNY CHESNEY "Hey, guys, welcome to Good Times Beach Bar. "My name's Amy
Baby will you be my corona and lime? And I will be your main squeeze And if your brother don't like my style We could take it to the street We could take
Ehh? Some don't want take it personal? Unu talk bout don Me think me come fi don All me have fi do is send for the new gun Anything test dead (Heh) Me
The shoulder that I leaned on was carved out of stone But when I'm done freezing, I want to be alone Never want my hand cut off Never want a hacking
Big straw hat, banana drink I can't remember what it is I think And my, my, my, my key lime pie Ocean breeze, tire swing Coconut fall if you shake that
KEY LIME PIE, infatuation that shouldn't exist, KEY LIME PIE, indulge and I am in your debt. KEY LIME PIE, inspire me with foolish love, KEY LIME PIE,
I will sing I will be passed on over now Take the wheel Take me down Let me sleep till we have disappeared 'cause we're moving from east to west Across
Come on slowly Won't you rise and come To the top of this hill Where the cool breeze spills Now that it's dusk Someone drive them off the street Let the
Flowers growing By the drunken river Flowers growing By the burning bridges Flowers growing Out of my bones On the toppled towers flowers growing On an
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I remember his hat tilted forward His glasses are folded in his vest And he seems like the kind of man who beats his horses Or the dancers who work at
