Текст песни Hair - Frank Mills, слова песни Hair

Текст песни Hair - Frank Mills

Hair - Frank Mills слова песни

I met a boy called Frank MillsOn September twelfth right hereIn front of the WaverlyBut unfortunatelyI lost his addressHe was last seen with his friend,A drummer, he resembles George Harrison of the BeatlesBut he wears his hairTied in a small bow at the backI love him but it embarrasses meTo walk down the street with himHe lives in Brooklyn somewhereAnd wears this white crash helmetHe has gold chains on his leather jacketAnd on the back is written the namesMaryAnd MomAnd Hell`s AngelsI would gratefullyAppreciate it if you see him tell himI`m in the park with my girlfriendAnd pleaseTell him Angela and IDon`t want the two dollars backJust him!

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