Slow Dancing
Like a wind-up toy you stutter at my feet,
And it's never the time, boy,
You've had too much wine to stumble up my street.
Well it isn't a problem,
Nothing we can't keep between the sheets,
Tell me you're mine, love,
And I will not wait for other bedtime treats.
Is there something you lack,
When I'm flat on my back,
Is there something that I can do for you?
It's always something you ate,
Or it's something you hate,
Tell me is it the way that I touch you?
Have you found a new mate,
And is she really great,
Lotto statystyki All The Pretty Girls Go To The City
all the pretty girls go to the city
don't they don't they do my love
oh it's something to see they're so pretty
high hell shoes low neck sweaters acting so tough
hear em go do d-do d-do
do d-do d-do
do d-do d-do
and they know that they'll make it alright
I say don't they now don't they now don't they my love
don't they now don't they now don't they my love
jacqueline and beth went to the city now
left home soon as they were old enough
cause all the pretty girls go to the city now
don't they don't they do don't they do that my love
and they go do d-do d-do
do d-do d-do
do d-do d-do
I said I don't they now don't they now don't they my love
don't they now don't they now don't they my love