Текст песни Monkees - Calico Girlfriend Samba
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by Michael NesmithMike: I dunno...CR: This is twelve...Mike: ...they don`t smell like corn silk...Everybody, Samba!Me and my calico girlfriend,Starting a set of new rules,Watching the stars as they drop in,Making the nightime a fool.Wandering over a roadway,Changing the signs of the times,Looking for love and a new day,Seeing with more than our eyes.SOLOKeeper of men and a shadow,Follow us up to the top,Taking a latch off the window,Giving us more than we dropped.Me and my calico girlfriend,Suddenly stare at the faceOf time and its hope that we`ll winThen, softly, drop out of the race.Steal away,Oh, going back to Rhode Island,Going way back up to Rhode Island,Shaking maracas in Rhode Island,Maybe go to Providence, Rhode Island,Dancing with a girl with fruit on her head in Rhode Island,Rhode Island, Rhode Island, Rhode Island,Fruit on her head and cork wedgies across the floor,Across the floor in Rhode Island,I`m gonna be free in Rhode Island.fade out...