My heart, my love, my life is his alone But if, but if, but if the truth be known My hero must stand on a box in our love scenes God, does he act like a lox in our love scenes Nelson, what your putting me through
And all of his notes above B flat verbotten And all of his notes below B flat are rotten Oh, Nelson, Don't call me, I'll call you
His love making casts such a pall It's not hard to sleep through at all His vocal chords carry insurance by Lloyd's and so I might add, should his adenoids The lights wilt his hairdo on camera he'll primp and quite frankly, his hair isn't all that goes limp.
Darling Nelson How incredibly boring, that's not singing it's snoring! What your putting me through!
A picture of strength, and good breeding. of course and of passion and warmth, (I'm discussing his horse) Darling Nelson, don't call me, I'll call you
A symbol of virtue and class America's sweethearts my ass "A pair made in heaven," the fans love to say but each time we kiss I swear that he's gay. In film after film after film I betrothed him, we snuggled and smooched, and oh God, how I loathed him.
My Nelson, oh so calming you'll never need embalming Oh Nelson, what you're putting me through!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
