She pushed her feet across the boardwalk She keeps the sunset right with movement in her eyes She knows she gets away with murder Swallows up your heart of gold And I don't know just where we've got to go Whoa oh, oh, whoa oh
This sound is giving for the postman Another one that's feeling under orange skies The summer sleeps in time for autumn Sticking down your leaves on grass And I don't know just where we've got to go Whoa oh, oh, whoaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
