By nature you are quiet Your shyness leaves your wisdoms on the floor So if I want to hear you talk I See you when you're under your favourite spell
I always thought that there were Tears in your mug But years went by and I never saw you cry It's you and the Yardbirds, you on your own drinking wine And I can't turn the volume down Now it's anything and more for your love And why would I deny you the fun?
Expelled the Marxist ghost The cynical consumerist remains I suppose I want to be depressed when I See you when you're under your favourite spell
I always thought that there were Tears in your mug But years went by and I never saw you cry It's you, Ten Years After and a bottle of scotch In your tobacco jacket out in the cold You raise your glass and indulge in Love like a man And why would I deny you the fun? Why would I deny you the fun?
It's you and the Stones now sharing some alcohol You'll have whatever Keith has And I always thought that there were Tears in your mug Under a blanket, out in the cold Sing along will you, this will be the last time But then again, why deny you the fun? Then again, why deny you the fun?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
