We don`t have to get high Even on a Saturday night So get your fingers out of that pile And do what the weaken a smile
It`s right past a bit tight And you should be shouting your eyes But you are not paying the tile And your mother doesn`t even know why
We don`t have to get high Even on a Saturday night So come up, give me a try And trap ourselves in the gold...
Flying over the white Cliffs of Dover it`s true I`m sober and I`m blue Flying over the white Cliffs of Dover into October looks like you
We don`t have to get high Even on a Saturday night Our trajectories' right Blazing across the sky
We don`t have to get high Even on a Saturday night Does this look tough but tight? Let's trap ourselves in the gold...
Flying over the white Cliffs of Dover it`s true I`m sober and I`m blue Flying over the white Cliffs of Dover into October looks like you
Heard tonight That they've tricked you up Just your right We will continue Heard tonight That they've tricked you up Just your right We will continueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
