You go with your two feet bare Down through the cold lane there, to Brighton A country house, a liar and a louse live there
Go with your arms held wide Happiness in your eyes, convincing And stay the night, turn out every light you see And lay them down buried in the ground for me
Whoa my love, whoa my love Whoa my love, whoa my love Whoa...
Tongues of the creatures wait Drawn to the fragile legs you walk on A cold wind blows, Brighton to the coast from me The cold wind blows, Brighton to the coast from me
Whoa my love, oh my love Whoa my love, oh my love Whoa my love, oh my love Whoa my love, oh my love Oh...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
