Текст песни Cosby Show - Mavis Vermaak

And all the romantics
Through all of the ages
The prophets the witches
The poets the sages

A song can write itself you know
Just this one for the money
And it's all for the show

Cos first there was nothing
And then there was a song
Words, music, sing along

And write her simple, write her bland
Write her easy to understand
Write her into her place
In the promised land
Now write an apple
Into her open hand

To just roll over
Just play dead
Put a ring on my finger
And a bullet in my head

And what you feel & what you show
And what you keep & what you throw
Like everything
You think you know

About girls
And about the Cosby Show