Текст песни Bridget Metcalfe - Seventh Samba
Bridget Metcalfe - Seventh Samba слова песни
Our eyes met across a roomAt a party in late JuneWhere the elegant and chicembraced the cliqueTo be together was unwiseHand in hand we wouldn`t dareto risk the eyes of those who recogniseLiving in another placeMoving at a different paceRemembering the vision and how I see youRemembering the times we sharedEven though you never daredto dance the Seventh Samba with meYou were in the public eyeand the camera never liesOur liaison hit the fan,you seemed to crumbleSo I agreed against my willto deny and disappearIn a different time you`d love me stillWhen the flowers came todayand I found your note to saythat you love me and need me in your lifeThese circumstances madeyou decide to tilt the shadeand dance the Seventh Samba with me Allaway/Metcalfe All rights Reserved