Tekst :
There are ladies, illegal X sMona Lisa s, well connected
They may be shady, English roses
Blue blooded, turned up noses
Money talks, see what it catches
Postage paid, no strings attached
She s a honey, she s a tramp
Roaring twenties, molls and vamps
Wrap her up, I ll take her home with me
Wrap her up, she is all I need
Wrap her up, I only get one chance
Beasts and beauties, but they all can dance
Wrap her up, I ll take her home with me
Wrap her up, she is all I need
Wrap her up
Give her to me, wrap her up
Is she foreign, legs eleven
Italian girls, take me to heaven
You pretty babies, from Paris, France
Crazy horses, love to dance
Tekst :
From my seat I see the fields move byCoulours strong - it s been a long, long time
It s the first time I see summer on the Westhill
I lean back and let my eyes just go
Floating now where they want to float
They seem to take to the horizon
Now I know there is a world beyond
The small place I was coming from
I feel at home here in the middle of nowhere
I will never know the names
Of these places that I travel through
to reach the coastline
I ve been told I will be there in time
Please oceancloud
Let there be no storm on the crossing below
Please oceancloud
Let there be no storm on the crossing below
Please oceancloud
Let there be no storm on the crossing below
Please oceancloud
Let there be no storm on the crossing below
Tekst :
If you fool aroundWith the dealer
Remember soon
You’ll have to pay
He’ll creep behind you
Like a hunter
Just to steal your soul away
I don’t want no one
Messing with my woman
But just the same
I don’t see nobody
Fooling with you
If you’re snowblind
Madonna can hold you
But if you don’t understand
There is nothing she can do for you
Running from the dealer
Trying to save your soul
I can feel the fire
Coming from inside you
I know what it’s like
Cos I’ve been burned before
Ain’t no mercy
In the hunger but
You’re a fool to yourself
Cos your dealer keeps you begging for more
Running from the dealer
Trying to save your soul
In the beginning all you wanted
Was the calm before the storm
If the bluebird plays the eagle
He finds his song will turn to stone
Dealer