I don't wanna hurt you, I don't wanna see you cry, I don't wanna hurt you once more I don't wanna leave now, I don't want no sight for sore eyes Gone sore of all the tears that we cryed
Hey, come here with the guitar! Okay?
Recall the times we met - so wild and free We had our ups and we had our downs But the sweet sweet rock'n'roll always played on the radio We grew up and we learned the rules You gotta fight to win otherwise you'll lose Oh Cheyenne, you imprisoned me in liberty Never ever showed me no sympathy
Remember that nite, how you made me cry, I almost lost my mind When it appeared that the winner was you and the loser was me That nite, that endless lonely nite... I just can't think of you, with another man Oh Cheyenne, you must understand
So stay right where you are, I'll pick you up anyway, any day around I'll be with you So you don't have to worry, you don't have to worry, Baby, don't you worry no more
You told me that I'm to sensitive but I didn't ask for sympathy, All I wanted was to love you softly With the sweet, sweet rock'n'roll played on the radio I tried hard to fight my feelings down I tried to hide 'em inside, tried to push your love away But you must have seen the fire burn in my eyes - and it's still burning!
It's hard to believe we lived it through, I can't believe we can't relive it But if you see me walking down the street Just raise you window to the sweet sweet sound of rock'n'roll Sweet, Sweet sound of rock'n'rollTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
