Makin' love underneath the bed
Shooting stars from a purple sky
I don't care how I do it.
I'm the man on the flaming pie
Stick my tongue out and lick my nose
Tuck my shirt in and zip my fly
Go ahead, have a vision.
I'm the man on the flaming pie
Everything I do has a simple explanation.
When I'm with you, you could do with a vacation
I took my brains out and stretched Ў®em on a rack
Now I'm not so sure I'm gonna get 'em back
Cut my toes off to spite my feet.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry
Never mind, check my rhythm.
I'm the man on the flaming pie
I'm the man on the flaming pie
Flaming Pie
текст песни Paul McCartneyКомментарии:
Войдите или зарегистрируйтесь, чтобы оставить комментарий