Primitive Yeah, that's how I feel When I look in your eyes, I feel primitive Uncivilized Like something From out of the heart of the jungle, Uncivilized
Fordítás: Neil Diamond. Primitív.
: Turn around, Where do you think you're going We've been through this door so many times Just turn around, We've got to keep it going like we did before
: Primitive Yeah, that's how I feel When I look in your eyes, I feel primitive Uncivilized Like something From out of the heart of the jungle, Uncivilized
: There's a fire on the tracks And the train's movin' closer each day To that fire on the tracks Hey, don't nobody get in the way Feel it coming right
: Something in your eyes tonight Told me to stay It's been so long, But to see you this way Makes me want to hold you Tell you that I'm sorry Tell you
: Some they come for the dance And some they come for the fight Either way take your chance In Brooklyn on a Saturday night Yeah, that's how they happened
you Look what love can do Can make you act like a baby Isn't it crazy Why do I go on It's out of control now Isn't it crazy N. Diamond, B. Bacharach
: It's a trip on a Ferris wheel It's a game that you play for real And so you know that if you're takin' it Hey, you better not be fakin' it It's a
: Look at us now, Part of it all In spite of it all, We're still around Lovers in love, Just like we were Being apart's a lonely sound When people
: A little quiet conversation in the night I need my time with you It always seems to make The day turn out alright It's easy when I'm here with you
: One by one they came disillusioned Lost their way on the road to life Two by two they came in confusion Somehow blind of the guiding light One by one
: Me and you We were two And we did anything we ever wanted to You and I We could fly And we saw the world through lovers' eyes For a while it was all
Some they come for the dance And some they come for the fight Either way take your chance In Brooklyn on a Saturday night Yeah, that's how they happened
over you Look what love can do Can make you act like a baby Isn't it crazy Why do I go on It's out of control now Isn't it crazy N. Diamond, B. Bacharach
There's a fire on the tracks And the train's movin' closer each day To that fire on the tracks Hey, don't nobody get in the way Feel it coming right
It's a trip on a Ferris wheel It's a game that you play for real And so you know that if you're takin' it Hey, you better not be fakin' it It's a riff
