Текст песни Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross - Good
Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross - Good слова песни
Now everyone`s singingHow baby`s in blackShe got Holy RockerMad Dog he called RonnieSay here come old flat topCome moving up slowlyAnd she got a smileI can feel in my hip pocketAnd I cry, I cry, I cryYes I sighWell it`s a big big dreamBut it`s a good oneAnd she`s beside me at the wheelIt seems so realAnd the driving it`s so tiringAnd tank is less than zeroAnd my lips are chappedWhat with the roof down flatAnd my lips are achingAnd My Veins Is BustingAnd I cry, I cry, I cryYes I sighWell it`s a big big drreamBut it`s a good oneAnd baby`s got styleLike a missile siloAnd she got speedLike a Derby RacerSo you think I`m confusedIn this wild hard mood?No, no she leads me by the handCan`t be bad