Fields of green, overgrown black birds, My imagination is running out (of words)
I stick out my tongue Sniffing at the same old tree (season) started and we gotta stay free
She's the breeze that blows my sails Keeps me cool and
Wags her tail and seals my fate
How she comes, whit satin shoes Her hair's all shaggy and I'm starting, starting to dream Down one way street We got collared by the canine police police (Now I'm wanted (wandering)) in the city pound My heart's been lost to a bloodhound
She's the breeze that blows my sails Keeps me cool and She gives me shade Wags her tail and seals my fate
She's one to call my own
She's the breeze that blows my sails Keeps me cool and gives me (dreams) (dried up she gives me shade) Wags her tail and seals my fate
She's one to call my ownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
