Tytuł: Lost paraguayos

• Wykonawca: Rod Stewart
• Wyświetleń: 244

  
   Darling I hate to tell you but I think I’m catching a cold
  Put another chair on the fire bring the bottle over here
  I feel I’m getting old
  I like your laugh and a hot romance
  and your orn’ry sense of humor
  but if it rains again like it did today
  I’m gonna have to leave a little bit sooner
  Got to get me some South America sun
  
  Honey don’t even ask me if you can come along
  Down at the border you need to be older
  and you sure don’t look like my daughter
  Your ridiculous age, start a state outrage
  and I’ll end up in a Mexican jail
  Darling please don’t cry you know I wouldn’t tell you no lie
  
  Look over there
  Oh my God don’t look now
  but it appears to be raining again
  Get upstairs pack my book of prayers
  Honey hurry I’m catching pneumonia
  I gotta move while I’m in the mood
  or I’ll disappear into that wall
  Darling please don’t curse
  it really couldn’t be any worse
  Say I’m a sun fanatic but it’s dark in your attic
  and your cat sleeps over my head
  
  I know I’m not a football star
  but I wanna little better than that
  So I’m much obliged for the pure white ride
  and a cup of tea every morning
  I’ll say goodbye, look your man in the eye
  you know I wouldn’t tell you no lie
  
  So after all, I'll see you in the fall
  on a brand new day, brand new way
  Goodbye honey, goodbye honey
  Goodbye honey, it ain't funny
  Goodbye honey, I know it ain't funny