Here a fine line, there a fine line Oh what a time we had Here a strange place, and there a strange face Doesn't it make you sad I will call up my friends and say Come on over, make my night or my day And talk about who's the finest folk in town.
There a day's grace, here a night's space Oh what a lovely rhyme Take it from me, there is no disgrace In having yourself a time I will call up my friends and say Come on over and make my day And talk about the love that I know is in us all.
Making the bread, going mad in the head I know when I'm going too far I want to get back, want to take up the slack Get where the good times are But I will call up all my friends and will say I will say: Come on over make my night or my day And we'll talk about who's the finest folk in town.
Here a fine line, there a fine wine Oh what a time we had Here a strange place, there a strange face Didn't it make me sad I will call up my friends and say Now come on over and make my day And tell me about the love that's in us all. That's in us all..Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
