The Saints - Nights in Venice (live at Paddington Town Hall, Sydney 1977-04-21) paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Nights in Venice (live at Paddington Town Hall, Sydney 1977-04-21) - The Saints



It's so black as I crash into the backroom
I feel so sick honey listen to the girls moan
My eyes they water and my knees is a-weak
And I fall down every time that you speaks
Shine on shine my little star
Up above the world honey that you are
Shine on now you don't give me no love
Hit me like a deathray baby from above
Come on!
Speeding down the highway you got no time to waste
Brain all used up just like the human race
Head spinning around from the 39th highball
And your sultan owns a queen who ain't nothing but a screwball
Shine on shine my little star
Up above the world honey that you are
Shine on now you don't give me no love
Hit me like a deathray baby from above
24 hours till the end of the show, boy
If you are looking for love that don't give you much time, boy
If your baby's by your side you are gonna see her cry, boy
And when you look into her eyes it just won't bring you no joy
Oh no!
Shine on shine my little star
Up above the world honey that you are
Shine on now you don't give me no love
Hit me like a deathray baby from above
WOW!
Come on!
I said take it
Take it down
Listen
(Ten seconds of muttering)
I said it keep comin' down, need to calm down need you to calm down. Sink it. A bit out of time. Shake it. Take it. Come on, won't you take me for a ride. Won't you shake me, out of time? Won't you take me, for a ride? Take me down. Shake me. Little baby shake it. Little baby shake it. Take me down. Are you there? Take me down, down the ground. Yeah down. Yeah, drunk. Down down down down...
YEAH! Ah come on sugar! Gonna take a ride, where the girls don't come. I wanna take your hand, go across the sand. When the girls don't come. Come one sure, I gotta take a run where the girls don't come. Well I take your hand, get across the sand. Where the girls don't come, yeah walk to run. Gotta have some, yeah I gotta be a son/sun, ah come on! I said people come on, I can't come no more.
East side west side it all looks the same now
Don't need nobody but you don't care nohow
Don't need no love, don't need no hate
You were screaming so loud but it was much too late
Oh no!
Shine on shine my little star
Up above the world honey that you are
Shine on now you don't give me no love
Hit me like a deathray baby from above
WOW!
Come on baby
Make it bad
Come on woman
Get it back



Writer(s): Christopher James Bailey, Edmund Kuepper


The Saints - All Times Through Paradise
Album All Times Through Paradise
date de sortie
16-08-2004




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