Caravan - The Dog, The Dog, He's At It Again | Текстове на песни Textove.com

Влез Регистрация

Caravan - The Dog, The Dog, He's At It Again

Редакция на текст

Wo-o-o lonely girl, would you like a sweet to eat?
I've got some that I'd like you to hold
And my brother will tell you that it's good for your cold
So-o-o-o then, surely there is nothin' wrong
Take my hand and we'll try to make a stand
For all censorship, decency, all night long

You're not here if you really do believe 
That the world is so full of sin
Never look back on the things that you lack 
When you're in
My mother said that I should stay out of bed, 
But I know that I like it in there
Legs and thighs, hellos and goodbyes
It's all there
Oh-o-o-o-o-oo
Oh-o-oo
Oh my, oh

Here is my cure for colds; here is my cure for measles
When you try those, if you've invented your toes
Well you're surely in luck; you've got a stunning good show
So-o, if you come with me try to clean the inside out
This filthy old world is such a beautiful girl
Must have sweet, sure is good for your feet