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outubro 31, 2005
[gira-discos]
Poor old Johnny Ray sounded sad upon the radio
He moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried,
And sang along
Who'd blame them?
You've grown (your grown up)
So grown (so grown up)
Now I must say more than ever
(Come on Eileen) too-ra loo-ra too-ra loo-ra aye
And we can sing just like our fathers
Come on Eileen, oh, I swear (well he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
You in that dress, oh my thoughts, I confess
Verge on dirty
Oh come on Eileen
These people round here, wear beaten down eyes
Sunk in smoke dried faces, so resigned to what their fate is
But not us, (no never)
No not us (no never)
We are far to young and clever
(Remember) too-ra loo-ra too-ra loo-ra aye
Eileen, I'll hum this tune forever
Come on Eileen, oh, I swear (well he means)
Oh come on let's, take off everything (everything)
Pretty red dress Eileen (tell him yes)
Oh come on let's, oh come on Eileen
Come on, Eileen taloo-ra-aye
Come on, Eileen taloo-ra-aye
Now you are grown, now you have shown, oh, Eileen
Said Come on, Eileen taloo-ra-aye
You've grown
So grown
Show, how you feel
Now I must say more than ever
Things 'round here have changed
I said too-ra loo-ra too-ra loo-ra aye
Come on Eileen, oh, I swear (well he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
You in that dress, my thoughts, I confess
Verge on dirty
Oh come on Eileen
Come on Eileen, I swear (well he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
(In that dress), whoa, my thoughts I confess
Well, they're dirty
Come on Eileen
Come On Eileen
Dexy's Midnight Runners
Publicado por Ana às outubro 31, 2005 06:58 PM