Текст песни Trout Fishing In America - Count On Me
Trout Fishing In America - Count On Me слова песни
(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet)Well, you can count on your fingers,And you can count on your toes,Count the freckles on your freckledy face,Or the hairs in Daddy`s nose.But you can count on me, `cause I`ll ways be your friend.Count on me, I`ll say it time and time again.Yeah, when things get a little weird,Hey and everything goes crazy,You know I won`t disappear,`Cause weird doesn`t even faze me,But you can count on me through all these mixed-up days.Count on me, you know I`m never far away.There are oysters in the oceanMaking pearls from little grains of sand,And there`s coal beneath the mountain that turns to diamonds.Well, I can turn your darkest nightInto the brightest day you`ve ever had.So count to ten if you`re angry, but count on me if you`re sad.Sometimes I act a little spoiledAnd sometimes I lose my patience,Hey, and I can get so worked up and worriedThat my good sense escapes me,But you can count on me,`cause I can put these things behind me.Count on me, you`ll always know where to find me.Count on me, `cause I`ll always be your friend.