There's so many different kinds of love As many as there are stars above All the feathers off a dove Fly flying' away Could be red, blue, black and bare Cause you to mow down your own roses Stand there and stare Then the heart moves And everyone follows
Of all the kinds I wonder where is mine I don't want to know anymore strangers Standing in line With hurt and hope Waiting for my perfect picture to hold Then the heart moves And everyone follows And everyone changesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
