Текст песни NAZARETH - Down Home Girl
NAZARETH - Down Home Girl слова песни
Текст песни NAZARETH - Down Home Girl
Jerry Leiber/L. ButlerLord I swear, the perfume you wear Is made out of turnip greensAnd every time that I kiss you girlIt tastes like pork and beansEven though youЎЇre wearinЎ® them ( )Citified high heelsI can tell by your giant stepsThat youЎЇve been walkinЎЇ through cotton fieldsOhhhhhh, youЎЇre some down home girlYour shoes are green, your dress is redAnd your wiggy head is powder blueBut underneath all of that mess,Well youЎЇre still the same old messy youYouЎЇre sittin there in that fancy chairJust drinkinЎЇ champaigne like a movie starWhen ya oughta be sittinЎЇ on a sidewalk Drinkin white lightninЎЇOut of a jelly jarOh, youЎЇre some down home girlDimples in your pretty cheeks