Nits - Unpleasant surprise

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The first time we met
You were walking down the street
A copy of blonde on blonde
Under your arm
The first time we met
You were lost in your overcoat
A face that couldn t care less
Nothing is something
No one can do without
You told me but later
Asked to see me again
The first time we met
You were taking your coffee black
Oh oh oh unpleasant surprise
The first time
Last time we met
You were locked up in some suburb
A cynic lost in his critical views
You told me that lately you are
Taking things seriously
Oh oh oh unpleasant surprise
Nothing s still something
No one can do without
You told me but later asked
To see me again
Your friends have all settled
Some even made the grade
Oh oh oh unpleasant surprise
Finally you got to face it

Inne utwory

  • Take a piece
  • The house
  • Cabins
  • New flat
  • Yellow boat
  • His first object
  • Silly fool
  • Under a canoe
  • I try
  • The bauhaus chair
  • River
  • Saragossa
  • Red tape
  • Blue
  • Strangers of the night
  • Fire in my head
  • Bungalow
  • Homeless boy
  • Losowe utwory

    Fire in my head

    (Nits)
    In a Swiss town by the lake
    Fall down like a white snowflake
    There s a fire in
    A fire in my head
    Roll on like a stone in a field
    I ve got a home but I ve got no shield

    When i am with you

    When I am with you any dream that I may dream comes true
    Any star in the sky I can buy with a sigh when I am with you
    Whenever we meet, whatever the sweet occasion
    Where angels won’t go, I go with no persuasion.

    When I am with...

    All over again

    Your crash is waiting to happen,
    And you you re dragging me down,
    All over again,
    I give in,
    I give up,
    You splashed but you started sinking,
    And you you re dragging me down,
    All over again,
    I give up,
    I give in,
    I give up,
    You are...

    Rawhide

    Rollin rollin rollin
    rollin rollin rollin
    rollin rollin rollin
    rollin rollin rollin rawhide

    rollin rollin rollin
    though the strings are swollen
    keep them doggies rollen rawhide

    rain and wind and weather
    hell dent for leather
    wishin my girl...

    Man of la mancha

    Hear me now, Oh, thou bleak and unbearable world
    Thou art base and debauched as can be
    And a knight with his banners all bravely unfurled
    Now hurls down his gauntlet to thee!

    BRIDGE
    I am I, Don Quixote, the Lord of La Mancha
    My destiny calls and I...