Tytuł: Oh John

• Wykonawca: Paula Cole
• Wyświetleń: 352

Oh John, oh John, oh John
  
   Never lose the memory of April twenty-six
   Your hands designed my body
   You autographed my hip
   I lost all my worry
   I lost all sense of time
   My fears evaporated
   When you held me in your oh my god and
  
   Oh John, in a New York hotel room
   In a truck off the back road
   Southwest of Chicago
   Oh John, in a New England fairground
   on a lawn in the backyard
   in a town in Colorado, oh
   Oh John, oh John, oh John
  
   Saturate my consciousness with sweet elixir wine
   Your body is the chalice your spirit is the vine
   I lose all my worry
   I lose all sense of time
   My fears evaporate
   When you hold me in your oh my god and
  
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   And everytime I see the ocean you're there
   And everytime I see the forest you're on my mind
   In my life, flooding me with memories like
  
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