White Boy
Kent/Jerome Jerome/Richard Byron
What is love
You called it heaven above
Star that shine in the night
A bird that sings in its flight
A flower that blooms in the spring
There's no such thing
Love's like a cigarette
You know you had my heart aglow
Between your fingertips
And just like a cigarette
I never knew the thrill of life
Until you touched my lips
Then just like a cigarette
Love seem to fade away and leave behind ashes of regret
And with a flick of your fingertips
It was easy for you to forget
Coz love is like a cigar
What is love
You called it heaven above
Star that shine in the night
A bird that sings in its flight
A flower that blooms in the spring
There's no such thing
Love's like a cigarette
You know you had my heart aglow
Between your fingertips
And just like a cigarette
I never knew the thrill of life
Until you touched my lips
Then just like a cigarette
Love seem to fade away and leave behind ashes of regret
And with a flick of your fingertips
It was easy for you to forget
Coz love is like a cigar
Pompa
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grzywa sp³ywa raz po raz
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ko³a ko³a zio³a
terkocze senne pó³-¿ycie
dro¿yn¹ leœn¹ ³¹kow¹
do³em do³em
polem
nad wieczorem o r¿yska zawadza
ksiê¿yc ciemny czerwony
ksiê¿yc ciemny czerwony
wo³am
z³oty ko³acz
nic nie ma
nawet snu
tylko kó³ skrzyp
mg³awa noc jawa rozlewna
wo³am
ko³acz z³oty
wo³am ko³a do³em polem
ko³acz z³oty
nad wieczorem o r¿yska zawadza
ksiê¿yc ciemny czerwony
ksiê¿yc ciemny czerwony
wo³am
z³oty ko³acz