It took ten years to realise Why the angels start to cry When you roll on down the lane Your happy smile, your funny name
I'm not being mean, so don't take it hard When I ask you to run round the yard
It's so hopeless to define Why you jump to close the blinds You know I'd help you if I could But both my arms are made of wood
Just don't mean the things I say It's only 'cause you're made that way
Sorry for laughing There's too much happening Sorry for laughing There's too much happening
When we groove on into town Charles Atlas starts to frown 'Cause he's not made like me and you Just can't do the things we do
You know it's times like these you have to pay So sorry to turn on that wayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
