And still, they write Those out of view are out of luck At least that's what's what I'm told Because God and you mean things to do Dubious morals to behold And if 1980's birthday boy could only hear this now I bet he'd say, "Ah, that's the way," And quickly make his exit
You see, Christmas and New Year mean nothing to me The thought just makes me sick Domestic bliss, I'll give them this And laugh at those who follow Courting couples, domestic squabbles Just playing happy families But look, if Brigadoon's strong fine theme tune can often make me cry Then who are you to own the truth and scorn the likes of me?
So talk about strength and I'm all for that And don't tell me you'll be sorry soon Because pity's not compassion And I must remember thatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
