Girl without a name a song
But you’ve learned well how my lips kiss,
You’re interested just in what you get
And don’t care about what I feel…
Maybe you think I have no thoughts -
I’ll correspond with what you think!
I’m not a slut, don’t smoke a pot
But I will dye my hair pink!
Chorus:
You don’t know my name,
(you don’t know my name)
Nor my surname,
(nor my surname)
You don’t care about anything -
You see, I’m not such an important thing!
I don’t have expensive clothes,
I have never been abroad , this
Means I’m not good enough,
A girl without a name…
2. You don’t know a sound of my voice,
You’d mixed me up with anyone.
You think your gold and your Rolls-Royce
Are only thing that’s worth your run…
But I would like to see your eyes
Not clouded with complacency -
If you could only realise
That money isn’t what I need!
Chorus – repeat
But you aren’t right cause I am
Not worse than your girls with jewels and chains…
I know my life isn’t to be the same
And won’t be so easy as theirs…
You’re so primitive, you think it’s my fault
That my father wasn’t at all a big pot.
Well, if you appreciate just wealth and fame
I’m glad to remain a girl without a name…
Chorus – repeat
…Girl without a name…
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Любопытная и очень живая песенка.
Владимир Корман 26.01.2006 11:05 Заявить о нарушении
если не секрет - а как вы определили. что она живая?;)
Новикова Наталья 26.01.2006 15:53 Заявить о нарушении
не восхищает, не тревожит,
не греет ни души, ни кожи.
Так это ж сор - пустой и мёртвый!
А если мысли в темпе песни
бегут по рельсам, как в трамвае,
выходит: песенка - живая.
С такой и путь поинтересней.
Владимир Корман 08.02.2006 08:24 Заявить о нарушении