STARS I was never one for saying what I really feel Except tonight I'm bringing everything I know that's real [Chorus:] Stars they come and go They come
I was never one for saying What I really feel Except tonight I'm bringing Everything I know that's real [Chorus:] Stars they come and go They come fast
Перевод: Шер. Звезды.
Bell bottom blues you made me cry And I don't want to lose this feeling And if I could choose a place to die Oh, it would be in your arms [Chorus:]
Put Geronimo in jail down south Where he couldn't look A gift horse in the mouth Took old Geronimo by storm Ripped off the feathers from his uniform [
I've got to try just one more time To help you believe in me Oh, look into my eyes Check my face for lies and you might see My life's never been everything
Something goes wrong, something goes right And it either punishes us or strokes our pride Never stop to think how much we lose When we pick and choose
Love hurts, love scars Love wounds and mars Any heart not tough Or strong enough Take a lot of pain Take a lot of pain Love is like a cloud And it holds
Well, hello Mr. Soul I dropped by to pick up a reason For the thought that I caught that my head Was the event of the season Why in crowds Just a trace
A woman in Georgia didn't feel just right She had fever all day and chills at night Now things got worse, yes a serious bind At times like this it takes
Well they tell me thereaas a pie in the sky Waiting for me when I die But between the day your born And when you die Oh Lord, they never seem to hear
Well I've been out walking And I don't do that much talking These days these days These days I seem to think a lot About the things that I forgot to
Gonna join the mile high club At thirty-seven thousand feet (Been there done that) I want a new tour bus full of old guitars My own star on Hollywood Boulevard Somewhere between Cher
star I take 'em everywhere like a fighting star I flew into the air like a fighting star I take 'em everywhere like a fighting star A fighting star Yeah
Straighten up my shoulders for my mother and mirrors The overcompensation of a posture I'm dying to know Feeling like a kid selling ten dollar chocolates
We're just whistling past the graveyard Laughing in backseats and restaurants Don't know ourselves well but so what We know each other Floating down from
