Fordítás: Cseh Tamás. A Véletlen Muzsikája.
So she said, "What's the problem baby?" What's the problem I don't know Well maybe I'm in love, think about it every time I think about it, can't stop
Chances are you'll find me Somewhere on the road tonight Seems I always end up drivin' by Ever since I've known you It just seems you're on my way All
(Bob Seger) Chances are you'll find me Somewhere on your road tonight Seems I always end up driving by Ever since I've known you It just seems you're
Lyrics: Robert my head fits into my hands I roll it around and nothing comes out by chance, we fight by chance, struck a chord we'll stand tonight who
Not for nothing (Star fucker, yeah) Not for nothing (Star fucker, sucker) Not for nothing (Star fucker, baby) Move your stuff in (Happiness ends) How
All the rain came down On a cold new town As he carried you away From your father's hand That always seemed like a fist Reaching out to make you pay
Take this down, turn it around I am water underneath a bridge So, what do I know? Getting here must be a privilege Do say something meaningful If at
Chances are you'll find me Somewhere on your road tonight Seems I always end up driving by Ever since I've known you It seems you're on my way All the
It's been days, months, and years since your tongue-tied, not so awful, Got me high, left me dry. I was cold, driving tears, of the double yellow bloodlines
I'm truly sorry baby, for what I did to you While you were busy lovin' me, I was busy too Oh, I played you dirty boy Did some things I shouldn't do While
So she said what's the problem baby What's the problem I don't know Well maybe I'm in love (love) Think about it every time I think about it Can't stop
You stole the one I loved ain't that true But I hear someone just did the same to you She left you flat without a reason why Well it couldn't happen to
Here's a door and here's a window Here's a ceiling here's a floor The room is lite like a black and white movie The TV's on that's what it's for And
Well, I held you like a lover, happy hands Your elbow in the appropriate place And we ignored our others, happy plans For that delicate look upon your
Here's my grandpa's old Gibson And a girl of no importance A shot of whiskey sitting on the bar Yeah I used to give a damn, I used to try real hard But
Chances are, 'cause I wear a silly grin The moment you come into view Chances are you think that I'm in love with you Just because my composure sort
Music: White, Keyser Lyrics: White Fast, safe, aspirin-free relief The simple end to minor discomfort Used by millions for years No association with danger