I don’t need whisky
I don’t need smoke
I just need her to go for broke
And I don’t need fame
I just need her to call my name
You are the apple in my eye,
The first word on my lips,
The tingle in my fingertips,
The reason that I smile,
And sometimes sway my hips.
Now I’m tired of being alone,
Come on home, come on home, come on home.”
A fast car to drive,
I just need her to be my wife
Or to be stoned
I just need her on the telephone
You are the apple in my eye,
The first word on my lips,
The tingle in my fingertips,
The reason that I smile,
And sometimes sway my hips.
Now I’m tired of being alone,
Come on home, come on home, come on home.”
I don’t need much,
I don’t need much
I just need her and her touch
You are the apple in my eye,
The first word on my lips,
The tingle in my fingertips,
The reason that I smile,
And sometimes sway my hips.
Now I’m tired of being alone,
Come on home, come on home, come on home
Come on home, come on home, come on home
Come on home, come on home, come on home”
2 opmerkingen:
Nou, ik vond dat ene nummer toch wel aardig klinken. En ben dus wel benieuwd naar de rest.
Lidy (URC)
Hahaha.. Ik kan (nog) geen teksten schrijven dus eigenlijk heb ik geen recht van spreken, maar deze lyrics zijn echt vreselijk haha :P
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