moon I hope my leg don't break Walking on the moon We could walk for ever Walking on the moon We could be together Walking on, walking on the moon
Vertaling: Sting. Stap op die maan.
Walking on the moon We could walk forever Walking on the moon We could live together Walking on, walking on the moon Walking back from your house Walking on the moon
Walking on the moon We could walk forever Walking on the moon We could live together Walking on, walking on the moon Walking back from your house Walking on the moon Walking
like the king of My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers And drop dead, no more beef flingers No more drama, from now on I promise to only focus On
la Palma A teenage Rasputin Takes the sting from a gin When a woman learns to walk She's not dependent anymore A line front her letter May 24 And out on
all time doll, you're all I adore I'd swear to it now but I already swore In the far flung cry of a closing saloon On the blank back side of that poisonous moon
told me "Mickey, if you don't get it together you won't see twenty" But plenty honey's give me money for their cunnilingus Guess I sting clits, lay on
Never ending or beginning On an ever-spinning reel Like a snowball down a mountain Or a carnival balloon Like a carousel that's turning Running rings around the moon
A silver moon and a singing breeze I'm walking out under the stars I light a cigarette and watch the smoke As it chases my dreams away I turn my gaze
