Texty:
10 Cc

Too many broken hearts have fallen in the river Too many lonely souls have drifted out to sea, You lay your bets and then you pay the price The things

Hey toots, you put the life into living You brought a sigh into sight Ah hon, you make my legs turn to water You bring the stars out at night But

Down on the casting couch A star is gonna be born A star with the stature of a Harlow Who's doomed And groomed to enrapture All her co-stars, and

In the middle of a caravan On a four wheel drive oasis There's a man with a thought in mind To cash in on the desert faces He's got a truckload of

Here's a new dance that you all can do Baby, baby, what's he gonna do? Sit back and relax `cos it's good for you Baby, baby, what's he gonna do? what

I'll show you man who walk on fire And don't get burned Don't get burned, don't get burned He don't get burned I'll show you man who tread on glass

Oh oh I feel the city rhythm Oh oh I love those city lights But when the sun comes up And the party's over I don't care I'm coming back tonight To

Here on the street Feeling the cool of the dawn Shuffling feet Faces are ragged and worn They've been working all night Waiting for the curtain to

Album: Windows In The Jungle Milk and honey Your lips are milk and honey oh oh Overflowing You get my juices going Sweet and tasty Your love is