Reading the newspaper
Think about it later
Yesterday was everything all right
Remember the kiss and her lips
As she was close to you with her
hips
Yesterday seemed everything all
right
You gave away the moment
A first class movie without an end
Yesterday was everything all right
Well you got her number
Not that hard to lumber
Remember you were skin tight
Shy, shy, shy
Fly so high
Deny, deny
Kiss the sky
As it all began
With a tolling bell
Out of your reach
In a heart to bleach
I don’t know your problems
If there are some ask a monk
But only you got this kind of might
Oh, her skin is very smooth
And the blandishing way she smells
Yesterday seemed everything all
right
Your life will have no message
Just like the song you wrote
You don’t have any kind of might
Maybe she is your messiah
And maybe just heart’s desire
Shy, shy, shy
Fly so high
Deny, deny
Kiss the sky
As it all began
With a tolling bell
Out of your reach
In a heart to bleach
Fly so high
Kiss the sky
Out of your reach
In a heart to bleach
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Veröffentlicht auf e-Stories.org am 05.01.2007.
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