David Bowie - It's Gonna Be Me (Youg Americans 1975) | Текст песни

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• It's Gonna Be Me (Youg Americans 1975)

Hey Jack I better shake it up
Put her out of my head
Thinking of all just another young girl last night
Oh brother I left a women
In that morning bed

Been on that trip so many times
Good God was that really yesterday?

I tried so many many many many many, many ways
I've lied and taken off into the day
Leaving another girl to, weep over the breakfast tray
Loved her before I knew her name
Hit me Jack cause I'm gonna love her way

Come back my friend
Be holy again
And give her
Oh maybe maybe
Gotta give her
Oh Baby baby
That kind of love can only destroy
I gave her
Oh maybe maybe
I doubt if I'm gonna be her baby
It's gonna be me

There was no rain to check me
When all those little things walked on by
Oh but I couldn't feel or stammer out the words
When that Angel stuck in my mind
Oo oo oo oo
Looking for love won't hold me back
No!
I'm gonna love her way

Come back my friend
Be holy, again
I gave her
Got to give her
Oh Baby baby
That kind of love can only destroy
I gave her
Oh maybe maybe
Gotta get it now, If I'm gonna be her baby
Gonna be, yeah

Let's play that latest record
Waitin' for the telephone to ring
Wiped-out and bitter, with a bag clutched in the hand
All the cars sound like
they're pulling in the drive
Umm, no, no, no, no, no, uhh
I see her now
A little tear running down her cheek
Lord! Let down
People looking for me
I want to race down her street
and knock hard, hard, hard on the door 'til
Until she breaks down into my arms like a tracy toy
and I feel the pain
I'll be so strong again and again

Come back my friend, yeah
I'm holy again
I'll take ya, oh, babe, baby, baby
We're gonna have, oh, baby, baby,
My kind of love can only bring you joy
I'm gonna, oh, baby Yeah, gotta
Give you, baby, baby
'Cause it's gonna be me
Umm, hmm, hmm

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