This Is Not Real Love (проверка на сталь в нервах, поледние слова.., если нереальная..это еще сложнее)
George: Don't kiss me, darling I want you to hear the things I say I loved you in my way But you know I'm gonna leave you Mutya Buena: The clock was always ticking And your heart, Yes I know your heart is always on the run
George: I hate what I've become But I'm still gonna leave you And I don't think you should stay for the night
Mutya Buena: Baby you know that my flesh is weak You know I simply
Both: I cannot sleep without you My heart has simply nowhere to go
Mutya Buena: Nothing to hold Those tears you're crying
George: Time and time again you take me back in baby
Mutya Buena: You don't have to make it plain
Both: This is not real love
Mutya Buena: Look at us dancing baby Let's dance and show them all (Dance and show them all) How close we are The lies have worked so far So we go on deceiving
George: But darling don't you know the time Baby, look at yourself, holding back the tide Like you've got something else up your sleeve That's why I've got to leave
Both: And I don't think you should stay here tonight (Baby don't you know that my flesh is weak, you know) I simply I cannot sleep without you But someday I'll have nothing to show (Nothing to show) (Nothing to show) I've nothing to hold
George: Oh, baby, crying All those simple things that won't come again Oh do I have to make it plain This is not real love
And I said this is not real love Mutya Buena: Real love Baby it don't glisten and shine the way it used to
George: This is not real love (real love) Baby think of all the promises I made on the day that I seduced you Baby don't wait for me like some angel of tragedy I have to set you free Darling you should be long gone, oh long gone by now You should be with someone, someone
Mutya Buena: Glisten and shine You promised me
George: You've gotta face it woman, you ain't ever gonna change me
Mutya Buena: Where will I go, what do I know About life without you You promised me you'd never leave me, no This is not real love
George: I have to leave you, and you know why
Mutya Buena: Tell me
George: There are some nuns (some nuns) With their tits out I have to wank over them
Mutya Buena: Glisten and shine You promised me
George: You gotta face it, I like nuns with their tits out And that's real love