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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Jon Fratelli
Jon Fratelli
Leadgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jon Fratelli
Jon Fratelli
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jon Fratelli
Jon Fratelli
Produzent:in
Stuart McCredie
Stuart McCredie
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Well, I don't want your autograph I don't mean to make you laugh I'm just hanging on the words You haven't said yet baby I could watch you for a while Never hope to make you smile I could disappoint you well I'm full of bad luck baby Take my serenade in vain Please don't ask me to explain I'm just hoping this makes some old kind of sense Think of my coldness as a vice Casanova carved in ice A cold wind howling at your door Cause I'm obliged to let this burn Even though I'll never learn I'm your shipwreck, I'm your fool Your worst kept secret, baby I could serenade you fine And still never make you mine I could crumble at your feet And make you nervous, baby Take this born again liar Read his mind and light his fire Write his story sing him Half way to the sunset Show him where they broke your heart Let him tear those fools apart Let him howl around your door Take my serenade in vain Please don't ask me to explain I'm just hoping this makes some old kind of sense Think of my coldness as a vice Casanova carved in ice A cold wind howling at your door
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