duży lotek wyniki losowania Star
(Kelly/Mann)
High above the clouds
Bring on the trolley
Release three loons
For a screw-top red
And as we watch the Earth diminsh
Will it linger on the finish?
Rest's assured when the bottle's dead
We'll leave a jet-trail across the sky
Just like Armstrong and the guys
Vapour trail against the blue
I'd get off on getting higher
Is it over the Moon for the frequent flyer?
Straight to the arms of...
Jezebel, I hear you well
Or is it Gabriel? I can never tell
And the question's growing
'Cause it's not knowing
When it's coming, where I'm going<
High above the clouds
Bring on the trolley
Release three loons
For a screw-top red
And as we watch the Earth diminsh
Will it linger on the finish?
Rest's assured when the bottle's dead
We'll leave a jet-trail across the sky
Just like Armstrong and the guys
Vapour trail against the blue
I'd get off on getting higher
Is it over the Moon for the frequent flyer?
Straight to the arms of...
Jezebel, I hear you well
Or is it Gabriel? I can never tell
And the question's growing
'Cause it's not knowing
When it's coming, where I'm going<
Say, my love, I came to you with best intentions
You laid down and gave to me just what I'm seeking
Say, love, you drive me to distraction
Oh, Helena, do you believe that we might last a thousand years
Or more if not for this,
Our flesh and blood
It ties you and me right up
Tie me down
Celebrate we will
Because life is short but sweet for certain
We're climbing two by two
To be sure these days continue
Things we cannot change
Change... oh, I want to change it...
Hey, Helena, you came to me like wine comes to this mouth
Grown tired of
duży lotek wyniki losowania Star
You laid down and gave to me just what I'm seeking
Say, love, you drive me to distraction
Oh, Helena, do you believe that we might last a thousand years
Or more if not for this,
Our flesh and blood
It ties you and me right up
Tie me down
Celebrate we will
Because life is short but sweet for certain
We're climbing two by two
To be sure these days continue
Things we cannot change
Change... oh, I want to change it...
Hey, Helena, you came to me like wine comes to this mouth
Grown tired of