It aint no cover, it aint no style. I shouldn't bother, he's eight miles high. But I adore him, and I implore him, Saying I love him mother, but this aint no style.
He sits there smoking his breath away He sits there choking on what they say But I adore him, and I implore him, Saying one of these mornings I'm going away.
The sun is setting, the day is done, Goodnight my lover, goodnight my sun. I shouldn't bother, he's eight miles high. But I love him, mother, till the day that I die. Oh till the day that I die. Oh till the day that I die. I shouldn't bother, he's eight miles high. But I love him, mother, till the day that I die Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
