Fed up with your indigestion Swallow words one by one Folks got high and a quarter to 5 Don’t you feel you’re growing up undone Nothing but the local DJ Said he had some songs to play What went down from his fooling around Gave hope and a brand new day
Imagine all the girls - ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah And the boys - ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah And the strings - ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee And the drums (x12) Oh
Nothing was the same again All about where and when Blowing our minds in a life unkind You gotta love the bpm When his work was all but done Remembering how this begun We wore his love like a hand in a glove This preacher plays it all night long
Nothing but the girls - ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah And your boys - ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah And the strings - ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee And the drums (x20)
Imagine all the girls - ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah And the boys - ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah And the strings - ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee And the drums - ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-oh
And all the girls - ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah And the boys - ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah And the strings - ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee And the drums (x4) Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
