Из альбома: Made In California
Seven inches higher than a level - fine and satisfied
magpies need to try again
always heading for the places which were serving just a purpose
for a short time
Kisses of the night
simply swallowed by the time
the devil never in disguise
a case of carelessness
we dare to win
it's tickleing
not for the first time
Blinded by the light
and then she kissed me
left it all behind
and move from side to side
there she goes
for me to see
that she kissed me
Sophisticated mind
searching for a place to hide
too tired to be curious
rampant runnig of the measures
only featured by a treasure of a dumb mind
Seven reasons for our pleasure and a funeral
I did it that way
Blinded by the light
and then she kissed me
left it all behind
and move from side to side
there she goes
for me to see
that she kissed me