Ram on give your heart to somebody soon right away, right away Ram on give your heart to somebody soon right away, right away Ram on give your heart
Well, when I walk, when I walk Walk my horse upon a hill Well, when I walk, walk, walk, walk Walk my horse upon a hill When I lay me down Will my lover
I guess you never knew, dear boy What you had found I guess you never knew, dear boy That she was just the cutest thing around I guess you never knew
Come on, little lady Lady, let's eat at home Come on, little lady Lady, let's eat at home Eat at home, eat at home Come on, little lady Lady, let's eat
I look high, I look low I'm lookin' everywhere I go Lookin' for a home In the heart of the country I'm gonna go, I'm gonna go I'm gonna tell everyone
Well, well, well, well, well Do you love me like you know you ought to do? Well, well, well, well, well Or is this the only thing you want me for? Well
So I sat in the attic a piano up my nose And the wind played a dreadful cantata (Cantata, cantata) Sore was I from the crack of a enemy's hose And the
Ram on, give your heart to somebody Soon right away, right away Ram on, give your heart to somebody Soon right away, right away Ram on, give your heart
One, two, three, four I was walking down the street the other day Who did I meet? I met a friend of mine and he did say "Man, I can smell your feet a
Too many people going underground Too many reaching for a piece of cake Too many people pulled and pushed around Too many waiting for that lucky break
Ram on give your heart to somebody Soon right away, right away Ram on give your heart to somebody Soon right away, right away Ram on give your heart
Traducere: Paul McCartney. Pe Ram.
: I guess you never knew, Dear boy, what you had found, I guess you never knew, Dear boy, that she was just the cutest thing around. I guess you
: I was walking down the street the other day Who did I meet I met a friend of mine and he did say Man I can smell your feet a mile away Smile away
: I look high, I look low, I'm lookin' everywhere I go, Lookin' for a home In the heart of the country. I'm gonna go, l'm gonna go, I'm gonna tell
: So I sat in the attic, A piano at my nose, And the wind played a dreadful cantata (cantata...). Sore was I from the crack of an enemy's hose,
: Too many people going underground Too many reaching for a piece of cake Too many people pulled and pushed around Too many waiting for that lucky
