Holy cow! I think I've got one here Now just what am I s'posed to do? I've got a number of irrational fears That I'd like to share with you First, there's rules about old goats like me Hangin' 'round with chicks like you -but I do like you- And another one: you say "like" too much
But I'm shakin' at your touch I like you way too much My baby, I'm afraid I'm falling for you 'n I'd do 'bout anything to get the hell out alive Or maybe I would rather settle down with you
Holy moly, baby, wouldn't you know it? Just as I was bustin' loose I gotta go turn in my rock star card and get fat and old with you 'cuz I'm a burning a candle you're a gentle month teaching me to lick a little bit kinder And I do like you - you're the lucky one No! I'm the lucky one Holy Sweet goddamn! You left your cello in the basement I admired the glowing the stars and tried to play a tune' I can't believe how bad I suck, it's true What could you possibly see in little ol' 3-chord me? But it's true - you like me, I like you too I'm ready, let's do it baby Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
