How to change all this for me, or has it got to be Didn't you see my warning Didn't you hear my call Didn't you see the morning Comin' down upon us all
Vertaling: Wyn April. Het jy nie.
need surgery Open soul surgery Ooh, yeh When you were 18 I took you from your mama & sister As you didn't need that kind of protection Now I hate to see you
Sweet sixteen never looked so good before You know I always knew it But this time I knew better than before, oh dig it You know I didn't say much, but
him, and he still doesn't know Girl you fill me up, until I've had enough Girl you fill me up, can't you see that You're my girl, and enough is enough
lovers People say they just didn't want it enough The time of your lives has been had And your wives have been bad And look, the private sector's not denied you
