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Текст песни "Wild Child" |
 Music :Rudolf Schenker
Lyrics:Klaus Meine
Don't hear the phone that rings
I know the fever's coming
God knows what life will bring
This Sunday morning (Sunday Morning) without a warning
Don't hear the neighbour scream
He thinks my house is burning
Well, life is good to me
This Sunday morning (yeah)
She's a wild child
And her l-l-love turns a man insane
She's a wild child
And the love she makes rocks the mind off my brain
Don't hear the backdoor crack
Don't see the cops are coming back
It's burnin' in my bed
This Sunday morning (yeah)
She's a wild child (she's a wild child)
And her l-l-love turns a man insane
She's a wild child (she's a wild child)
And the love she makes rocks the mind off my brain
She's on fire
She's on fire
She's on fire
She's a wild child
And her l-l-love turns a man insane
She's a wild child
And the love she makes rocks the mind off my brain
She's a wild child (she's a wild child)
And her l-l-love turns a man insane
She's a wild child (she's a wild child)
And the love she makes rocks the mind off my brain
She's a wild child
She's a wild child
Yeah
She's a wild child (she's a wild child)
And her l-l-love turns a man insane
She's a wild child (she's a wild child)
And the love she makes rocks the mind off my brain
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