Grand love, grand a lot of things There’s always something more wise than my words Stranger, hope I’m not bothering My love is something the rest of my world
No overdose on apathy No empty sound, no empty seat With all those jewels and all those crowns Why don’t the queen go feed the hungry? No stylish cunts, no wasteful hum No uptown strain, no tasteful pain No eyes for sale, no bottled love That makes me cry grand affection
Cry grand affection, cry grand affection Cry grand, cry grand affection Cry grand affection, cry grand affection Cry grand, cry grand affection
I was raised by two opposites Must be why I am at war with the obvious You’re taking me to paradise and letting me stay If I whistle in the wind it’s heard, it may never go away
No overdose on apathy No empty sound, no empty seat With all those jewels and all those crowns Why don’t the queen go feed the hungry? No stylish guns, no wasteful hum No uptown strain, no tasteful pain No eyes for sale, no bottled love That makes me cry grand affection
Cry grand affection, cry grand affection Cry grand, cry grand affection Cry grand affection, cry grand affection Cry grand, cry grand affection Cry grand affection, cry grand affection (If I whistle in the wind it’s heard) Cry grand, cry grand affection Cry grand affection, cry grand affection (If I whistle in the wind it’s heard) Cry grand, cry grand affection
(If I whistle in the wind it’s heard) (If I whistle in the wind it’s heard) It’s taking me to paradise and letting me stay If I whistle in the wind it’s heard (If I whistle in the wind it’s heard)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
