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Tytuł: Cliches

  • Wykonawca: Jimmy Buffett
  • Wy¶wietleń: 237

  
   She's got a ballpark figure
  He's got a ballpoint pen
  Travel around for weeks at a time
  Writing down descriptions of the places they been
  She plays guitar but nothing fancy
  With no intention of becoming a star
  Only thing that's bothering him these days
  Is where he's gonna find a good ten cent cigar
  
  Cliches, good ways
  Say what you mean, mean what you say
  She never did make her debut
  He never made it to class
  She's 86'd from the Chart Room
  He's 29 and pushin' 30 real fast
  They're funny when they get to rockin'
  Goin' out for the night on the town
  Takin' polaroid pictures that are never in focus
  Just to look at when they finally slow down
  Full moon, so soon
  Wishin' every month of the year could be June
  
  He's always tuned into Star Trek
  She's always tuned into him
  Hidin' his cookies when he gets the munchies
  Tryin' hard just to keep the boy slim
  Tonight they're gonna go star gazing
  And try to figure out which one they're near
  Try as they might I don't think they'll reach the height
  She know you can't get there from here
  
  Full moon, so soon
  Wishin' every month of the year could be June
  Cliches, good ways
  Say what you mean, mean what you say
  Just say what you mean, mean what you say