The Bullitts - Those Silly Names | Текст песни

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Moved to London,
She told me it's a lovely place,
She said she's got a fashion face,
I told her it's a shallow chase

But her paradise
A condition of her state of mind

She turns around and calls me all those silly names
She turns around and calls me all those silly names
I turn around and tell her it's a silly game,
The outcome is the same my friend

Dreams of heaven,
Reflections in a broken glass,
The rain killed all the sun so fast,
I knew something this good, won't last

But her paradise
A condition of her state of mind

She turns around and calls me all those silly names
She turns around and calls me all those silly names
I turn around and tell her it's a silly game,
The outcome is the same my friend

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