Esta canción es del cantante italiano Gary Low, es de 1982 y no se de que álbum es.
Gloria Glor
Gloria Glor
So you think you can pull my leg
So you think you can fool me around
All your life you've been changing bands
But I wish you would stay here sometime
You seem to be sorry
But show no emotion
Without any worries
Without destination
You are danger, baby, you're a stranger
Sensibility is out of reach
You are danger, baby, you're a stranger
But I like the way you can't be beat
Gloria Glor
Gloria Glor
On the road you'll recall your words
And your eyes saw the people dancing
All your life you've been changing rules
Never knew what tomorrow might bring
You seem to be sorry
But show no emotion
Without any worries
Without destination
You are danger, baby, you're a stranger
Sensibility is out of reach
You are danger, baby, you're a stranger
But I like the way you can't be beat
You are danger, baby, you're a stranger
Sensibility is out of reach
You are danger, baby, you're a stranger
But I like the way you can't be beat
Gloria Glor
So you think you can pull my leg
So you think you can fool me around
All your life you've been changing bands
But I wish you would stay here sometime
You seem to be sorry
But show no emotion
Without any worries
Without destination
You are danger, baby, you're a stranger
Sensibility is out of reach
You are danger, baby, you're a stranger
But I like the way you can't be beat
Gloria Glor
Gloria Glor
On the road you'll recall your words
And your eyes saw the people dancing
All your life you've been changing rules
Never knew what tomorrow might bring
You seem to be sorry
But show no emotion
Without any worries
Without destination
You are danger, baby, you're a stranger
Sensibility is out of reach
You are danger, baby, you're a stranger
But I like the way you can't be beat
You are danger, baby, you're a stranger
Sensibility is out of reach
You are danger, baby, you're a stranger
But I like the way you can't be beat
(No sé de donde coño saqué la letra, pero cuadra toda, que la he cuadrado)
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2 comentarios:
Buf, no se que me ha extrañado más, si los zapatos blancos, el baile que se casca o la niña que hace los coros...
Besicos
Me gustan los silbidos esos... pero le falta el velo blanco.
Besito
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