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Отг: Метерологично прогноза за принцесата [re: V-Пpинцeca нa мpaka] |
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kayaker (новак) |
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Публикувано | 24.12.00 17:55 |
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Ето нещо по темата:
I’m a zombie in the moonlight I’m sleepin’ when it’s daylight I really should be alright But I’m feelin’ kinda uptight I’m messin’ with a neighbour Who killed my amp and fender He looked to sweet and tender It’s hard to tell his gender Got coffee on the paper My dog’s an alligator I want you now and later I got a crush got a crush on you Got a crush got a crush on you
I’m rentin’ the wrong movie I’m laughin’ at the wrong guy I’m drivin’ on the wrong side My brain is gettin’ cock-eyed The flag is never chequered Can’t find my f-beat records God, give a little lovin’ The money’s in the oven Got dead flies in my scotch with ice My talents always vaporize I want your bird of paradise I got a crush got a crush on you Got a crush got a crush on you
Crush! Crush! We got a good thing goin’ on Crush! Crush! Such a good thing goin’ on
I’m freezin’ in the summer I’m sweatin’ in the winter No middle in the centre No colours in the printer No treatment at the pharmacy No lessons learned from history No future in the factory No meaning in the poetry No changin’ in the weather No elvis in the leather I want you now or never I got a crush got a crush on you Got a crush got a crush on you но все пак продължавам да настоявам (както видя спря да вали): In that big big house there are fifty doors and one of them leads to your heart. In the time of spring I passed your gate and tried to make a start. All I knew was the scent of sea and dew but I've been in love before, how about you? There's a time for the good in life, a time to kill the pain in life, dream about the sun you queen of rain.
In that big old house there are fifty beds and one of them leads to your soul. It's a bed of fear, a bed of threats, regrets and sheets so cold. All I knew your eyes so velvet blue, I've been in love before, how about you? There's a time for the good in life...
Time went by as I wrote your name in the sky, fly fly away, bye bye.
It's time to place your bets in life, I've played the loser's game of life, dream about the sun you queen of rain.
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