Earwig des monats: Januar 2016

You`re a special kind of girl, you think you are great.
But all the people shaking their heads.
My crazy little pearl, you better think and wait
Before babbling inconciderate words.

Come on baby now, look into to my face,
Send me a sign to feel better.
Remind me anyhow of our “Rendevouz-Place”.
Prevent that farewell letter.

Before you count to one, my baby, I have gone.
Without regards for being quite sad.
Before you count to three, my baby, you´ll be free.
Still before you are going to bed.

Flirting with that guy, never being shy,
Kissing my neighbors young son.
But there will be a day you have to stop that play
Or catch me, cause I´m on the run.

I know, that´s your way – I know, you´ll always play.
I know, it´s your mind – I know, you´re that kind.

Before you count to one, my baby, I have gone.
Without regards for being quite sad.
Before you count to three, my baby, you´ll be free.
Still before you are going to bed.

Flirting with that guy, never being shy,
Kissing my neighbors young son.
But there will be a day you have to stop that play
Or catch me, cause I´m on the run.

I know, that´s your way – I know, you´ll always play.
I know, it´s your mind – I know, you´re that kind.

SOLO

Before you count to one, my baby, I have gone.
Never want you being my wife.
Before you count to three, my baby, you´ll be free.
Maybe for the rest of your life.

I know, that´s your way – I know, you´ll always play.
I know, it´s your mind – I know, you´re that kind.
Before you count to three, my baby, you´ll be free.
Before you count to four, my baby, I´ll cross that door.