White Wall
Yellow burning thing, it’s a dirty sin I know
I’m on the pavement of my own mind it’s silly
Silly as the weather in June, March or December
Silly as a man can be, and I’m down, yes I’m down
And I sang my:
La la teacher my, la la teacher for you (I’m coming on the window)
My la la teacher, my la la teacher for you (I’m coming on the window again)
And I watched my little baby from the seaside
Do you remember, the days when we were young
All tied up, by a teacher’s hand,
I was too shy and they said you’re too dry, but I didn’t notice,
Flowers were hot in the cold winter night and so was I, yeah so was I
And I sang my:
La la teacher, my la la teacher for you (I’m coming on the window)
My la la teacher, my la la teacher for you (I’m coming on the window again)
And I watched my little baby from the seaside
Yeah I watched my little baby from the seaside
I watched my baby from the seaside
Though it´s been far away I´m gonna help you out
Though it´s been far away I´m gonna help you out
Though it´s been far away, yes it´s been far away
And I sang my: la la teacher…
I watched my little baby from the seaside…
I watched my baby from the seaside… |
