By Robert Palmer / Frank Blair / Dony Wynn
We tell sweet lies, fooling one another
(We gain a fake upper hand)
We get outsmarted when we rediscover
We underplay
You took me in
back then we wished that we were older waiting for the summer everything was new,…
Here's a picture of your lonely Fridays Turned to nothing on a Friday night Firecracker…
On, it's on. I declare my room a scene Gone, then gone It's too much…
Hem okudum hemi yazdım Yalan dünya senden bezdim Dağlar koyağını gezdim, Yiten yavru bulunur mu…
He sees me So clearly Come over And get my number He'd come around He'll…
There's nothing like London in the rain, There's nothing like falling from a moving train,…