You're sticking to my finger You smell like used before Your skin to me tastes rotten Let me lick a little more First time we walked the junkyard You
I must admit I'm getting tired Of sitting on my cloud Well, heaven's not what I desire Eternity can wear you out So I get lost on busy boulevards Forget
Check the scene outside of Medellin Make a fuss in Caracas Big cigars in dark Havana bars Mambo slow Guantanamo Was so glad escape in Trinidad Upside
- Why, Lucy, your eyes are filled with tears? - My heart is strained with bloodness Oh look, the orchestra is getting ready, dance with me, George! Check
I've got a sparkling pair of eyes Especially the right It was designed to turn around And watch me from inside My brain's a wonderful creation Well connected
Lookin' at the sun, lookin' down on me Lookin' at the sun setting me free Lookin' at the sun lookin' down on me Shining down on me... Lookin' at the
I wanna have sunday or monday I wanna have jewels on my jeans My guitar sounds like a nightingale I wanna travel without fear I wanna be light as a black
When I was born You were a sapling on the lawn And as I grew, You developed, too Strong limbs that I liked to tease Would billow in the breeze, Intoxicating
Time to change my direction Maybe I? I will forget That soutbern beritage that makes me strong But the spirits tell me It's time to jet Cause the spirits
Walking down a foggy London street one day Listenin' to the rhythm of my feet Everything in my life was going O. K. I bad some extra money, and all my
Zuerst war ich der detektiv der niemals schlief, der niemal schlief keine spur war mir zu heiss wir tanzten auf dem eis waren beide schuldig irgendwie
What an affair That keeps me longing For someone there, for someone new You were so good In doing the wrong thing Now I'll be good in being untrue I've
What is that you want from me, What is it that you all just can't see, You don't like the person who is loving me, Leave me alone get a life of your own
It's a word in a rhyme, a letter in a slot A ghost in a closet, wing in the sky It's a stiched bead in the sand A golden ring on your left hand It's
Mix it right, shake it up Be sure to serve it in a cup Mix it right it's in your hands To try to find the smoothest blend Mix it right, shake it up
Quand l'amour se met a battre la cadence Ll n'est plus question de contenance Ecoute bien le conseil de sheherazade: Amour qui n'souffre pas est plaisir
Silky, silky dreams Shady, shady schemes A nightmare is my way To get prepared for the day Silky, silky dreams Hazy, hazy schemes On any other day I
You might just be a poor tailor's lazy son I don't mind, rub the lamp and the show goes on I can make you travel in time and space I can change your sex
