Текст песни Paul McCartney - Vanilla Sky
Paul McCartney - Vanilla Sky слова песни
The chef prepares a special menu for your delight, oh myTonight you fly so high up in the vanilla skyUnbearable or greatYou gotta love every hour, you must appreciateThis is your timeThis is your dayYouve got it allDont blow it awayThe chef prepares a special menu for your delight, oh myTonight you fly so high up in the vanilla skyMelted tinbeads cast your fortune in a glass of wineSnail or fish, balloon or dolphin, see yourself shineThis is your timeThis is your dayYouve got it allDont blow it awayThe chef prepares a special menu for your delight, oh myTonight you fly so high up in the vanilla skyIn the vanilla, in the vanilla, in the vanilla skyIn the vanilla, in the vanilla, in the vanilla skyIn the vanilla sky