Yeah, wear those shoes You know They go with that skirt You know You take so long to get your hair just right Put your coat on Then you turn to me and
Red light Street sign Bad night Rewind Mama?s only killing time Held up Let down Get stuck Rewound Something taken Broke down Suffer silently No mistaking
Don?t cry for me You?ll bring the rain, again It?s like you?ve never seen the sun Stop wasting time with this old game, again You want a chase you gotta
I don?t wanna talk to you I don?t wanna know your name I don?t wanna feel your pain I don?t wanna be a part of a never ending sore I don?t wanna leave
When I was a young Jewish boy I had a shay getz cousin Who asked me why on Hanukkah Of gifts I get a dozen Although he was a kibitzer He wore a worried
Underneath there?s no relief from all the pressures of her self-made strife I hear her shuffling her feet she has the presence of a Poltergeist on no
I wear these old shoes Full of holes ?Cause they remind me of the million miles that I have walked beside you Good and bad times, we have been through
Drunken She waits watching the distance Dreading the fear Brought by each freshly fallen tear The words can barely crawl up her throat She doesn?t want
She?d like to blame it on the sky ?Cause she can?t help but knowing She?d rather turn a blind eye Just to keep the truth from showing But if you get her
Now, you want me to need you I know Incompletely So sweetly You go No change in sight You?re still uptight Don?t close your eyes on me So, uniquely Concretely
I am standing still This page I?ve yet to fill With words describing thoughts that dread To leave my head You leave me, dear, un-led You are an ocean
I think about it all the time But don?t know what to say When the room is cold and empty And you look at me that way Should I sing about the babies playing
Übersetzung: Simons, Derreck. Station zu Station.
Übersetzung: Simons, Eva. Silly Boy.
Übersetzung: Simons, Heintje. Somethin '4 You Raggedy Ho.
Übersetzung: Simons, Heintje. Parlay With A Hustla.
Übersetzung: T-Spoon. No Time 2 Waste Ft. Ingrid Simons.
You're callin' me more than ever now that we're done Two keys back to my place, we were having no fun But you're not ok, tellin' me you miss my face