Blind Mr. Jones - Small Caravan | Текст песни

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• Blind Mr. Jones
• Small Caravan

All I want is a place of my own,
A small caravan by the sea
A friend to cook,
A few good books,
And a smoke might just satisfy me

See that girl with her hips in a song
And a few sound thoughts in her head,
We might find we're two of a kind
And I'll never have to pretend.

That I'm feeling fine

See that boy with his head in his hands,
Well his head is sharp and clear
A place to score or a walk by the shore,
And all the sounds you can hear


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