слова песни Tanita Tikaram - I Love You
Johnny was a peculiar guy
Brough up on love and the reasons why
but the reasons why ought not to be said
and so I'm left hands held to my head
I love you
I love you
I love you
It's a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful thing
It's a beautiful, beautiful thing
Chances, changes are all that you have
As you take the hard stuff and lie on your back
The smoothness, strangeness
Fits like a glove
But the comfort of tease
Still rises above
I love you
I love you
I love you
But is it possible, possible, possible babe?
Is it possible for you and me?
Gold and waves and Betty Blue