Волынки и Web.
Ничего общего! Почти...

Big Bad Wolf

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 01.10.2012

She's drawing pictures of herself
and giant-size men in a Liliput world.
She knows some stories, but never tells
of all her haunted adventures.

Because the big bad wolf
has whispered in her ear,
that no one else must know what happens here.
And she must never ever
breathe a single word
or he'll blow down her fairytale world.

Now safely in her mother's arms,
her tears are like diamonds that roll down her cheeks.
She's afraid and she's ashamed,
but the spell is so strong, that she just cannot speak.

The big bad wolf
has whispered in her ear,
that no one else must know what happens here.
And she must never ever
breathe a single word
or he'll blow down her fairytale world.

She is so shy, just like a deer
and when she scens danger, she knows she must hide.
In the forest she'll disappear,
away from those sharp teeth and piercing grey eyes.

And the big bad wolf
will never find her here
or fill her small heart up with fear.
And she will never ever
breathe a single word,
she'll stay in her fairytale world.

She will never ever
breathe a single word,
she'll just stay in her fairytale world.


Похожие новости.


I’ve Been Blessed

I’ve Been Blessed

What would you do If you knew That the world was coming to an end tonight Would you run Or tempt to hide Would you fall down to your knees And pray to God that he



Old Friend

Old Friend

Old friend, so you're in trouble again, you ask me today, To try and find a little time, and maybe buy a glass of wine, Old friend, I'm coming through... Old friend, Yes



Betcha Gon’ Know (The Prologue)

Betcha Gon’ Know (The Prologue)

Oh welcome to a day of my life The memoirs of an imperfect angel Oh welcome to a day of my life The memoirs of an imperfect angel Though the lights were low I could



Pig Feet

Pig Feet

[Hook] Girl I can see that pig feet, hanging out your pants I'm only gon' give ya one more chance, to give that thang to me Ya already know, I don't play no



Артист

Артист

1. Как трудно превозмочь себя, не притворяться и не лгать, И ночью тихо повторять: "Талант для всех, а боль моя". И горечь всю до дна испить, на сцену снова выходить И петь, как




Нет комментариев

Комментариев нет.

Извините, обсуждение на данный момент закрыто.