my last love, my all There's my lover Be it right, be it wrong I'll always belong to her There is my first love, my last love, my all There's my lover
, my last love, my all There's my lover Be it right, be it wrong I'll always belong to her There is my first love, my last love, my all There's my lover
Tulkojums: Martin, Dean. Tur S My Lover.
bon) Like the French people do (Si bon si bon) Because it's oh so good Every word every sigh every kiss dear Leads to only one thought and it's this dear Oh it's
Well get in my arms and keep them filled up Oh baby oh baby obey me Facts are facts and I'm mad about your caress So relax there's only one word for yes My
evening in Roma Do they take'em for espresso Yeah, I guess so On each lover's arm a girl I wish I knew On an evening in Roma Though there's grining and
can stroll along the avenues Choose whichever one you care to choose But your heart's a song when you stroll along Rue de Mon Amour All the lovers there
see each day belongs to you (Belongs to you) But there's not a single sound And there's nobody else around But that's just me thinkin' 'bout the things
