We speak in the store I'm a sensitive bore You seem markedly more And I'm oozing surprise But it's late in the day And you're well on your way What was golden went gray And I'm suddenly shy
And the gatherin' floozies Afford to be choosy And all sneezing darkly In the dimming divide And I have read the right books To interpret your looks You were knocking me down With the palm of your eye
This was unlike the story It was written to be I was riding its back When it used to ride me And we were galloping manic To the mouth of the source We were swallowing panic In the face of its force
And I am blue I am blue and unwell Made me bolt like a horse Now it's done Watch it go You've changed some Water runs from the snow
Am I so dear? Do I run rare? And you've changed some Peach, plum, pear... Peach, plum...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
