Texty:
The Bird And The Bee Interpreting The Masters Vol 1 A Tribute To Daryl Hall John Oates

Easy, ready, willing, overtime When does it stop, where do you dare me to draw the line? You've got the body, now you want my soul Don't even think about

list And I couldn't stop myself, think of nothing else When we parked the car, they were playing that song And we turned it up to ten and started up again And

lines when you're making a scene Oh girl, you've got to know what my head overlooks The senses will show to my heart When it's watching for lies and

a change if we set the pace face to face No one even trying to score, oh And oh, oh, I can feel the magic of your touch And when you move in close a

Everybody's high on consolation Everybody's trying to tell me what is right for me, yeah I need a drink and a quick decision Now it's up to me, ooh, what