Из альбома: The Exuberance of Peachtree
You've been on my mind now
For a little while.
Why don't you and I make a rendezvous for two?
We can always stay here.
We don't have to go, dear.
Say you will be mine, girl, and don't you give a single care.
Listen to me: I will make everything OK. OK?
Throw your hands out of a speeding death mobile.
Hop inside and buckle up.
Stop withholding. Give it up.
Toss your hair and laugh away any fear you hear.
Listen to me: I will make everything OK. OK?
Throw your hands out of a speeding death mobile.
You've been on my mind now
For a little while.
Why don't you and I make a rendezvous for two?
We can always stay here.
We don't have to go, dear.
Say you will be mine, girl.