(Payne/Nye) Brown suede shoes and corduroys Greasy hair not out of choice Trying hard to blend in with the boys Standing in the corner of the room He
Brown suede shoes and corduroys Greasy hair not out of choice Trying hard to blend in with the boys Standing in the corner of the room He would see her
Traduzione: Case. A.l.o.
fun thing you're a little play toy oy oy oy and fun thing you're so easy cut loose run wild you little wild thing cut loose run wild over me run wild
doesn't matter What does it matter? Hey kid! What do we got? Not a lot So what? Look what we do got Hey kid! What do we got? Not a lot So what? So what
a lie! It's a lie! It's a lie! It's a lie It's a lie! So when you're feeling might low Not just a little, but a lot You realize you're all messed up
(Wetton/Downes) Now, the party's over It's you and I, just you and I Now, the guests have gone It's one on one, one on one Which way now, will the
(Wetton/Downes) Standing alone in solitude Holding your head in your hands Tears play like rain on your fingertips Who but yourself is to blame? How
You're so leftist. You're so for peace. You hate the death penalty, but love it in the middle east. Don't know the facts, Just catch phrase words. No
En damm Augebleck, wo plotzlich alles leis ess, allein, endlich keiner mieh jet vun dir will, froochs du dich off, wo du jraad op dinger Reis bess, oder
1) En damm Augebleck, wo plotzlich alles leis ess, allein, endlich keiner mieh jet vun dir will, froochs du dich off, wo du jraad op dinger Reis bess
pounds of makeup Just to hide her beat up face. Such a pretty face. [CHORUS] It takes a tough man to slap her around. Such a bad guy to keep such a good
I ate it. Because I love you more then you could ever imagine. Here's a friendly goodbye 5,6,7 Ain't that a bee with an ich? Ain't that a mother
I was out on the front line, doin' just fine. Put it all behind me 'til I cam across a letter from an old friend, Askin' "How you been?" Stopped me dead
you in syndication Just like the time I met Joan Jett At a Grammy party on a Saturday night After you and me had a big fight There's a picture of a
Who needs friends? When friends like You-o-o-ou Who needs friends? Like when the guy put you in Reno, Had a lawyer for a dad. He got ours mixed up and
Where I start to break down like my broken heart. But it's not gonna matter The lines are all down from a hurricane They should have named after you. Maybe I should get a
