I must have sent four hundred poems on the way you used to smile at me, I used to write them for you daily but my thumbs are running dry lately.
No one wants to hear a song about the bitch that broke my heart, I should have listened to my Mama, she saw through you from the start.
But now we're here in Regent's park amongst the flowers and I wish it would rain, Cos in the sun you look so lovely that I'm falling for you over again, Since I have nothing left to say that will make you change your mind, I'll say goodbye on a beautiful Spring day.
It was a place not too dissimilar to this one where I first saw your face, You look like home sat all alone, I should have found somebody cheaper to chase, Tragically nobody told me how expensive you could be, I lost more than money dear, you knocked the swagger out of me.
But now we're here in Regent's park amongst the flowers and I wish it would rain, Cos in the sun you look so lovely that I'm falling for you over again, Since I have nothing left to say that will make you change your mind, I'll say goodbye on a beautiful Spring day. . . .Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
