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Ты говоришь: «Не люблю!», Но я не верю, нет. Со мной играешь в игру, На сердце ставишь след. Но знай, не сдамся так просто. И пусть шанс один на девяносто
Ты мне дарил розы и сладкие грезы, Катал в своем авто, но это всё не то. Водил меня в клубы и целовал в губы, Был вежлив как никто, но это не все То,
Я с детства мечтала Выйти замуж за принца И мечте моей суждено было Осуществиться О-о, о-о Я стала большой! Я как белый шоколад Я как брюлик в сто карат
It was twenty years ago today Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play They've been going in and out of style But they're guaranteed to raise a smile So may
VERSE; We have a SALT AND PEPPER ATTRACTION male- female point of view. She's interdenpent, I'm free. She's subjective, I'm objective. She's senitive
VERSE; We have a SALT AND PEPPER ATTRACTION male /female point of view She's interdependent, I'm free She's subjective, I'm objective She's senitive
On six-six-six six, I was little, I didn't know Shit and on seven-seven-seven seven Eleven years later, still don't know any better By eight-eight-eight
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in And stops my mind from wandering Where it will go I'm filling the cracks that ran though the door And kept my
I read the news today, oh boy About a lucky man who made the grade And though the news was rather sad Well, I just had to laugh, I saw the photograph
It's getting better all the time I used to get mad at my school (No, I can't complain) The teachers that taught me weren't cool (No, I can't complain)
Lovely Rita, meter maid, lovely Rita meter maid Lovely Rita, meter maid, nothing can come between us When it gets dark I tow your heart away Standing
Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes
We were talking about the space between us all And the people who hide themselves Behind a wall of illusion, never glimpse the truth Then it's far too
When I get older, losing my hair Many years from now Will you still be sending me a valentine Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? But if I'd been out
Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins Silently closing her bedroom door Leaving the note that she hoped would say more She goes downstairs
