He's made of sand Not flesh and not bone He's as good as the seeds he's sown But he loves you so Like no one else you know could do Put your wedding dress on
On the tip of my tongue As the back beat cracks I hit my drum I get into the car My interrogation starts It's in the passenger seat There's a torn up mess of tangled leads And a golden ring Glimmerin' at her feet
And the beat it goes on
She got she Got dressed up She got dressed up
And the beat it goes on
Is he quick on his feet Does he ever look past you on the street Is he ever on time When he's getting home at night In the opposite side Every argument keepin' every night Is it what you accept Is there anything that's left
And the beat it goes on
She got she Got dressed up She got dressed up
And the beat it goes on
She got she Got dressed up She got dressed up
Beat will go on Yeah the beat will go For the king and the pot Yeah the beat will go on
Beat will go on Over land over still Out of the garden and over the hill [X2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
