There's no crime -
I'm selling my feelings
And flying to the sunshine
Through the roofs.
I know why
You look so happy
So greedily sappy
all of the time
Let's forget...
I know that it won't hurt,
I'm gonna be like a bird
In your eyes.
There's no crime -
I'm gonna be happy,
I'm gonna be sappy,
For all time
Because I'm under the pressure...
Under the pressure...
Under the pressure...
Of your eyes
Under the preassure
© Copyright: Бобби Аист, 2011
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