I GET UP IN THE EVENING
AND I AIN´T GOT NOTHING TO SAY
I COME HOME IN THE MORNING
I GO TO BED FEELING THE SAME WAY
I AIN´T NOTHING BUT TIRED
MAN I´M JUST TIRED AND BORED WITH MYSELF
HEY THERE BABY I COULD USE JUST A LITTLE HELP
God broke the mold,
When he made this one I know
She s breathtaking but so much more
She walks in the room, your lungs close
Making you never want to breathe again
Her boyfriend has got so much dough
So much ice his neck and wrist froze
Is he faithful to her? Hell no
But she chose...
Czas, który płynie w nas
Nasz ukryty czas
Ten los darowany nam
Tylko jeden raz
Niezmierzony, skończony...
Zagoniony, stracony...
Jak to czas...
Jest pora w nim na śpiew
I na sadzenie drzew
Jest miejsce w nim na lot
I na gniew i na trud i na pot
Jest tyle...
Do what you want
Cuz i ll do anything
I ll take the blame
Whats mine is yours
You can have all of it
And i learn to blame
Oh the boys on the radio
They crash and burn
They fold and fade so slow
In your endless summer night
I ll be on the other side
When you re beautiful...
Sun goes down I rise
Red hair flames so bright
Iced gin breaks the night
Steal into her mind
Walk without a sound
Fire in the mountains now
If you wanna rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub
If you wanna rub-a-dub, dub love
Love calling, love calling
If you wanna rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub
If you...