Don't get me wrong Don't mind you shouting Just think your style excludes The part that really matters
Just grow tired Of empty minds mouthing English language courses While they struggle with the a b c of hearts The a b c of hearts, The a b c of hearts, The a b c of hearts
We'll stop in the middle just to talk about The part that really matters Cause I mean for all your style I just don't think you’re getting the idea I just don't think you’re getting the idea, The idea, the idea
And I confess That all I've learnt Has been learn a million times By every empty heart That ever felt a song come home Felt a song come home, Felt a song come home yeah, Felt a song come home
But I'd be happy When next I ask the time If I find I've wasted none of mine Listening while you wasted all of yours You wasted all of yours, You wasted all of yours, You wasted all of yours
You wasted all of yours (x4)
But don't get me wrong Don't mind you shouting Just think your style excludes The part that really matters
Don't get me wrong Coz I don't mind you shouting I just think your style excludes the partTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
