Paris Street - Jamaican Rum Songtexte

Songtexte Jamaican Rum - Paris Street




There's a dachshund lying on my lap
He is licking my arm in haste
It's been so long since I've been back
I guess he missed my taste
You are cutting figurines again
Made from felt and aluminum
Puffins, turtles, crows and cranes
Between shots of Jamaican rum
You know I have seen the best of you
And the worst sometimes
But there's nothing you could ever do
That would make my love decline
There's no denying things aren't right
We are losing it in different ways
But, who cares, let's just enjoy this night
Pour another shot my way



Autor(en): Carl Polgar


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