Текст песни Cher - L.A. plane
Cher - L.A. plane слова песни
Seven-thousand miles to Paris
Nine-hundred miles to Rome
And I`m goin` every mile to find
My piece of mind a home
This infatuation is driving me insane
To make my reservation
On the next L.A. by plane
Chorus 1:
Make me high, make me sane
Get me aboard that L.A. plane
I`m tired of this pouring rain
I`m tired of this passing through
Get me safe, get me warm
Get me a southern California morning
Where I was born, boy I`m coming
I`m coming home to you
He looks so fine in Europe
On all the posters and brochures
I thought they promised something more
Than what was mine and yours
Well I was looking for excitement
On every boat and train
But all I saw were unfamiliar faces
In the rain
Chorus 2:
Get me high, get me sane
Get me aboard that L.A. plane
I`m tired of this pouring rain
I`m tired of just passing through
Get me safe, get me warm
Get me a southern California morning
Where I was born, babe I`m coming
I`m coming home to you
And now nothing looks better in my mind
Than your warm and loving face
And all these miles have taught me
That your love can`t be replaced
(chorus 2)(repeat)