Standing back I can't believe how you've led me on And judging by the things you say There's gotta be something wrong
[CHORUS:] What you telling me that for you don't mean it What you telling me that for I don't believe it Your promises have never been anything you made them seem So what you gonna promise me this time You're telling lies so plain to see, you're trying to make a fool of me So what you gonna promise me this time I wanna know
Seems that I've been playing your game And how you think you've won But when you count up what you've gained you're the lonely one
Сидят два музыканта ранним утром на рыбалке. Один говорит: - Представляешь, плывут по реке гробы, много гробов, а в них дирижеры - Так ведь есть хорошие дирижеры - возражает второй. - Хорошие дирижеры – в хороших гробах, плохие - в плохих.
