Walking on air I'm walking on air Left my stuff, hopped on the first bus to the middle of nowhere Making sweet love I'm making sweet love To a photograph of a woman in a coconut bra
She goes aaaahhhhh Come on run to me, run to me Aaaaaaahhhh I got nowhere else to beeeee
Happy new year, so far out here I can almost touch the sun I know most people they call it hell I call it home So happy near year
Living large I'm living large I got a ten dollar hotel room, cheap bottle of suds Making sweet love, yeah, I'm making sweet love To the memory of the woman from new york city
She goes aaaahhhh Come on run to me, run to me Aaaaahhhh You're like a drug to me
Happy new year, so far out here I can almost touch the sun Now, most people they call it hell I call it home So happy new year
Sing along Happy new year The sun burned out a fiery crimson ray Burn, burn, baby burn When you ran I really rid my hand So burn, burn, baby burn
So happy new year, so far out here I can almost touch the sun I know most people they call it hell, I call it home So happy new year, sing along Happy new year, ride along Happy new yearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
