I have looked all over the place But you have got my favorite face Your eyelashes sparkle like gilded grass And your lips are sweet and slippery like
I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is green And whip-smart as the English Channel's wide And I'm gonna tell my son to keep his money
Once you've left a lonely rage on its own, it grows And dynamite stuffed in a mailbox doesn't smoke until it blows And, oh, all the tears in four tiny
Don't be fooled by him, he's fine Rock and roll Ken doll, he's a national end-all He's an off and on friend of mine Where have I been? Got any what?
They don't know what they like so much about it They just go for any shiny old bauble And nobody sparkles like you But I can't imagine it in better terms
Cinco de mayo, blowout, denial It wasn't fun this time, letting you go What if I never, a bullet forever Held out my hand to you? We wouldn't have known
I don't need a support system, lifting me into prop position What I need is a man of action, I need my attraction to you Driving me down all those dangerous
The canyon air is like a breath of fresh L.A. I was a Star Trek crew member With my Beatle boots and my Super-8 And I raced you to the top The camera
See the sun rise, so loud This whole town gets drowned out Sky-writing with the sweep of a flashlight I'm driving over that way Some pot of gold, it's
(What I sense) As far as I know, baby, you can see As far as I go, funky baby, digging deep inside of me Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh,
Vertaling: Phair, Liz. Klop-smart.
I met him at a party and he told me how to drive him home He said he liked to do it backwards I said, "That's just fine with me, That way we can fuck
I don't need a support system Lifting me into prop position What I need is a man of action I need my attraction to you Driving me down all those dangerous
(What I sense...) As far as I know, baby, you can see As far as I go, funky baby, digging deep inside of me (Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh...) As
I know that it was the night the war broke out Because you and I were driving around And you were doing a story About if people understood what had happened
Safe on the interstate New York is three thousand miles away And I'm not looking forward to following through But it's better than always running back
They don't know what they like so much about it They just go for any shiny old bauble, and nobody sparkles like you But I can't imagine it in better
