Rod Stewart - True Blue "Блудливая Калифорния" | Текст песни

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• Rod Stewart
• True Blue "Блудливая Калифорния"

Never been a millionaire,
and I tell you momma, I don't care.
Never gonna own a race-horse
or a fast back mid-engine Porsche.
Don't think I'll own a private jet,
on the Stock Exchange I'm no threat.
So won't you help me make up my mind?
Don't you think I'd better get myself back home? (Oh, yeah)

Sittin' in the moonlight glow,
excuse me if my feelings show.
Watchin' all the trucks roll by,
dreamin' up an alibi.
You see, back home I'm considered the fool,
but maybe they're right, I don't know.
So can't you help make up my mind?
Don't you think I'd better get myself back home? (Who cares?)

Daddy says he'll buy me car
to drive, just as far as I need.
He wants me back at any expense,
he's got a lot more money than sense.
Funny but now that I've grown
they all wanna be concerned.
Oh please, can you make up my mind?
Don't you think I'd better get myself back home?
Just don't know what to do.
Maybe I'll walk, maybe I'll ride, maybe I'll never, ever decide.

Get out da way
I gotta get on home
I gott get home as soon as i can