В один час любовь стала полем боя, Что прежде было, то уже прошло. В эту минуту мы с тобой в ссоре, Разлука дает своё..... Что было у нас кануло в море
Песня будет грустной, может быть до боли Извини, я сегодня играю в миноре Рифмы недопеты, ритм не по погоде Извини, эта песня сегодня не в моде. Припев
One-two-three-four-five-six-seven . . . 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 A,b,c,d,e B-a-d d-a-y Spells bad day forseen Ouiji board, jump aboard Its calling our sweet
Wir teilen Zimmer und das Bett Bruderlein komm sei so nett Bruderlein komm fass mich an rutsch ganz dicht an mich heran Vor dem Bett ein schwarzes Loch
Destiny, destiny protect me from the world Destiny, hold my hand protect me from the world Here we are with our running and confusion And I don't see
We share a room and the bed Brother dear please go right ahead Brother dear come touch me here Slide to me so close and near By the bed a big black hole
Destiny, destiny protect me from the world Destiny, hold my hand, protect me from the world Here we are with our running and confusion And I don't see
It's hot here, gotta say it's so I got you right where I want Got an honest face so you turn your back When in doubt, run up your attack At one time
Two can play that game Two can play that game Two can play that game Two can play that game Stay with me but if you want to leave Take your things forget
Somethin' crossed my mind again You were in my eyes It was somewhere out by Bombay And I'm tellin' all those lies But I've been there and you've been
Life is never what you think Give a sentimental wink There ya go you don't know what's instore But you felt it before Hey I'm warmin' up to your insides
We wrote this song, it's not too short, not too long It's got back-up voc's in just the right places It's got a few oohs and ahhs It takes a little pause
I WILL PLAY A RHAPSODY WRITER BURTON CUMMINGS What will you see? What will you be? Anything you want to love is easy How will you know if I am for you
Every year it's more of us and all we do is fill the box You might play with me at first, a couple days, a week at tops Just like your atomic supersonic
Well, I know I'm only one in a hundred And I know that you've heard this before And I know that there's been many others And no doubt that there'll be
(Heaton/Rotheray) There's a boy with a brace across his teeth White socks, tattooed underneath Bus tickets crunched up in his palm Stood there he's
I'm not looking to disturb you, just a little to unnerve you I have nothing about games and always looking back After the last unholy row I never, ever
Well, you've got your diamonds And you've got your pretty clothes And the chauffeur drives your cars You let everybody know But don't play with me 'Cause
