Some people said, "If I could only care for you" Some people said, "He will never love again" Some people said, "You can see it in his eyes He keeps it
I was mixed up when you came to me Too broke to fix Said, "Daddy get you gone, I'm missing my baby Still missing my baby" I was stitched up by the hands
All the boys say yeah, all the boys say yeah All the boys say yeah, all the boys say yeah All the boys say yeah, all the boys say yeah All the boys say
Close friend of mine as a child fell into a slumber No sign of life since '75 Then one day he just, what do you know? I guess God just called his number
GTI, Hot Shot He parks it there, just to piss me off Bullyboy, gonna show ya who's tough I'm gonna shoot the dog, I'm gonna shoot the dog It's party
My daddy got here on the gravy train I guess my mama had a real bad start to the game They went walkin' and she took his name, round here There was dancin
You got yourself some action Said you got yourself a body You got yourself an ass with a mind of its own Bring's something to the party You got yourself
My mother had a brother They say that I was born on the day that he died Someone to cling to, she said When all the noises and the shame came calling
It's like a conversation where no one stops to breathe Is it my imagination or did God already leave the table? Such destruction and pure white castles
Bless the day you came into my life, I still remember Horny cowboy with your stars and stripes Bringing the light into my day With that Texan smile Too
Is that enough? I think it's over See, everything has changed And all this hatred may just make me strong enough to walk away They may chase me to the
In my house there's a circle, where the life comes in From the stars to my home, down through the stone I could have been so alone without my precious
Mama's gone and got herself a new man It's a shame, he's the same Mama please, please, stop pretending This time, it won't end in tears I find myself,
Översättning: George Michael. Tålamod Del II.
Översättning: George Michael. Tålamod.
It's like a conversation, where no-one stops to breathe Is it my imagination, or did God already leave the table? Such destruction, and pure white castles
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