jungle Crime sits heavy on the city shoulder Can't get no work, I can't get a job I just sit and play my radio in the parking lot Well they're breaking
century now But if he thinks he's some kind of tough cowboy And he's hurt her then I want to know, how? Did he shoot her with his compromise? Like a heart
No price too high for love Now I pay for this bitter taste And the price is not enough Such cruel sport for your kicks Such hard knocks on my heart
Deny the passenger, who want to get on Deny the passenger, who want to get on Deny the passenger, who want to get on Want to get on, he want to get on
Hey there, Georgie Got a couple of things to say One, you're my friend, and two, it's hurting me Seeing you act this way But my hands are tied and I
There's a light on in your window There's a shadow on the street Two silhouettes tell me it's over The shadow knows that shadow's me I won't crawl I
Lipstick and lashes, the traces of stardom Lit up on a billboard, so everyone sees them in Neon Behind the counter she stares out the window Up at the
It's just that breaking hearts ain't what it used to be But time has come and cast a spell on me And breaking hearts, breaking hearts, breaking hearts Breaking hearts
She looked so easy 'cause she looked so young With a geisha smile made in Taiwan She got cherry bombs inside her eyes And the luck of the Irish, um, on
reaching in and touching me It's just that breaking hearts ain't what it used to be It seems that time has killed that cruel streak in me And breaking hearts
Vertaling: John, Elton. Breek Hearts.
Vertaling: John, Elton. Breaking Hearts (is nie wat dit gebruik te word).
blackboard jungle Crime sits heavy on the city shoulder Can't get no work, I can't get a job I just sit and play my radio in the parking lot Well they're breaking
: Hey there Georgie got a couple of things to say One you're my friend, and two it's hurting me Seeing you act this way But my hands are tied and I can
night reaching in and touching me It's just that breaking hearts ain't what it used to be It seems that time has killed that cruel streak in me And breaking hearts
: She looked so easy 'cause she looked so young With a geisha smile made in Taiwan She got cherry bombs inside her eyes And the luck of the Irish on
: Deny the passenger, who want to get on Deny the passenger, who want to get on Deny the passenger, who want to get on Want to get on He want to get
