Текст песни Paul Weller - Clues
Paul Weller - Clues слова песни
Ill meetcha on a bus at dawnAn open top one if its warmAnd if the flowers are in bloomIll lose myself to youIll be whistling down a streetYoull hear our footsteps start to meetThen the craziness beginsAn like chalk and cheeseWell shoot the breezeHeading up westIn an open top deckTrying to remember just what forThen well talk for hours and hoursAbout nothing much at allWith your long hair falling downIn curl after curlAnd I too shy to askWhat I really want to doRacked, with my own self doubtI stumble and fallLike a fool in loveMy mind in the airHeaven knows whereYeh, heading up westIn an open top deckTrying to remember just what for