You never give me your money You only give me your funny paper And in the middle of negotiations You break down
I never give you my number I only give you my situation And in the middle of investigation I break down
Out of college, money spent See no future, pay no rent All the money's gone, nowhere to go Any jobber got the sack
Monday morning, turning back Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go But, oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go Oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go
One sweet dream Pick up the bags and get in the limousine Soon we'll be away from here Step on the gas and wipe that tear away
One sweet dream came true today Came true today, came true today (yes, it did) One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to HeavenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
