Just a girl, North of England way Came to me one sweet December day Is your heart, dear, as cold as your room? I told her several times that I Didn't like her tunes
Come to me softly, come to me sweet Are we so pale because we don't eat meat? Are your arms, dear, as warm as mine? Things could have been so different if We'd only had more time
And as I turn the page of my favourite book 'Sweet Gene Vincent' * was never that good Can you see, dear, as clear as me That ash-tray eyes and boot lace ties will Never set you free?
Just a girl, North of England way Sang to me on the darkest day Is your heart, dear, as cold as your room? And I told her several times that I Didn't like her tunes
Sing to me softly, sing to me sweet Your grin so wicked and your dress so neat Were your clothes, dear, as cheap as mine? Things could have been so different if You'd only had more wine
And you'll probably never Hear these lines Although I've meant to say them So many times Can you see, dear, the way that I do? For times like these you must agree it's Really up to you For times like these you must agree it's Really up to youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
