John Holt - Strange Things Тексты

Strange things happen on a friday night.
Girls, beach boys, and lots of hugging and kissing.
Under the golden moon, that shines a silver light.
ooooooooh. I'd like to be one of them.
But time like a wondering sheep, a wondering sheep
on this island
with no one to love me,
with no one to kiss me
Thats why i saaaaaay.

Some one please take my hand
and let us go.
I keep on thinking, I wish it was me.

Strange things happen on a friday night.
Girls, beach boys, and lots of hugging and kissing.
Under the golden moon, that shines a silver light.
ooooooooh. I'd like to be one of them.
But time like a wondering sheep, a wondering sheep
on this island
with no one to love me,
with no one to kiss me
Thats why i saaaaaay.

Some one please take my hand
and let us go.
I keep on thinking, I wish it was me.
mmmmmmmm
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