Holding out for troubled waters, Who knows where the course will tell you? You've got many fortunate be-liefs.
Like love your girl and love your mother, Don't wait 'till a cold December; Who knows when a brother's goin' down?
Something every girl should know; Don't count on some to make it home.
'Cos that reminds me of a time when, All the lights were shining and the, Light was always more than one could use.
And you were once a shining ocean, Giving light to those that wanted; Something more to hold than just the air.
So give me something to remember; A diamond ring u-pon a finger.
Something every girl should know; Don't count on some to make it home. You don't have to do what you're told, Guess I'm kinda used to the cold
Something every girl should know; Don't count on some to make it home.
Something every girl should know; Don't count on some to make it home. You don't have to do what you're told, I guess I'm kinda used to the cold.
Mmm-mmm-mm, mmm-mmm-mm, Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm. Guess I'm kind of used to the cold, Guess I'm kind of used to the cold...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
