He came from the east Selling something to the west In his heart he had love In his bag his sister was the best In a back street alley Or a plash hotel He would give you heaven He could sell you hell Dear Michael the dealer With a heart of gold Farewell.
We never thought that tomorrow Could ever turn into today We never knew which road to follow So we just run the gun We made L.A. in St-Tropez.
She came with the morning And a purple musline dress In her smile there were tears In her heart there was nothing left Just a rich bitch hippy from society Her intentions were good but her soul weren't free Dear Jane hope to see you In eternity
We never thought that tomorrow Could ever turn into today We never knew which road to follow So we just run the gun We made L.A. in St-Tropez.
They met every evening Loving spoonful would take cure In the foyer of the Hilton Or a basement squad somewhere Then she hit a vein Took her much too high And he took a bend Made him kiss the sky
Dear Michael and Jane Just to say Goodbye.
We never thought that tomorrow Could ever turn into today We never knew which road to follow So we just run the gun We made L.A. in St-Tropez.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
