Текст песни Outfield - Talking About Us
Outfield - Talking About Us слова песни
(j. spinks)Late last night I was sitting all aloneYou were there on the end of my phoneI was thinking bout youYou were talking bout usIn my mind I just wanted you thereRun my fingers through your hairI was thinking bout youYou were talking bout usI closed my eyes cos I was out of controlFrom fingers to the tip of my toesI was thinking bout youYou were talking bout usLate last night you know I needed you thereI was sitting kinda back in my chairYou were talking to me ­ I was thinking bout usAll I wanted was to see you undressI could picture you more or lessI was thinking bout youYou were talking bout usI closed my eyes cos I was out of controlFrom fingers to the tip of my toesI was thinking bout youYou were talking ? bout us oh, la, la, la, laOh oh la, la, la, laLast night it was getting kinda lateI got the message and you knew I couldn? t waitI was thinking ? bout you ­ you were talking bout usI closed my eyes cos I was out of controlFrom fingers to the tip of my toesI was thinking bout youYou were talking bout usThat? s you and me babeI was thinking bout you ­ you were talking bout usI was thinking bout you ­ you were talking bout us