mobile Qual piuma al vento Muta d'accento E di pensiero. Sempre un a mabile Leggiadro viso, In pianto o in riso, mensognero. La donna mobile
Mobile, mobile, mobile, mobile, mobile, mobile, mobile I don't care about pollution I'm an air-conditioned gypsy, that's my solution Watch the police and the tax man miss me I'm mobile
me kindly And they furnish me with tape But deep inside my heart I know I can't escape Oh, Mama Can this really be the end? To be stuck inside of Mobile
him kindly And furnish him with tape But deep inside his heart I know he can't escape Oh, mama Can this really be the end? To be stuck inside of mobile
I look outside from far above I watch you sleep and dream, dream out loud You say you wish that you could find A guiding light, a guiding hand, a safer
my control, I'm a mobile Everything's changing everywhere I go Out of what I know, I'm a mobile I'm a mobile... Hanging from the ceiling Life's a mobile
my control, I'm a mobile Everything's changin' out of what I know Everywhere I go, I'm a mobile, I'm a mobile Hangin' from the ceilin', life's a mobile
There's just one thing There's just one thing That'll torture your soul, the grass will stain your clothes Until the bleeding heart hands you a rose
Baby ask your man if he would let you come along with me Or would he like that Tell him I won't keep you long As soon as our good times are gone I'll
Can you tell me what I need to know To paint a picture like Picasso? Can you give me the tool that's right And make a masterpiece of my life? Make one
Johnny was a good boy and Johnny was my friend But Johnny had a love for majik that just wouldn't end No, it just wouldn't end Johnny saw a white owl
Come get what you deserve Rolled up in your shirt Yellow's blowin' heat Purple takes a seat So carry it slow To the rattle of your rhythm and bones As
Far away is the moon Shining down in her room Found you tripping on the stars Making mobiles out of parts That you found lying on the ground Hark the
Acrobatic women dancing Dressed up horses, hands clapping Violins with beating big drums Through comic curtains he runs People laugh at his painted face
I've got a perfect picture stuck in my mind Oh how it's fallen crooked over the hands of time I don't know what to do with this burning love inside It
You put a spell on me girl Some kind of southern breeze, and I know what it means I'm not a superstitious man But you're calling me back after being with
Painted black all my windows Faded like a quill in this old room I held you once but was unable Well you could not be bound by any stable So run, run
