Well it´s been half a year Since my ball was properly stocked And relations on whole Haven´t quite been "oh so clock!" But though you´re not the key To this emotional lock Thar still dorsn´t change the values of your stocks
Now I hear people Talking garbage about you And as goes with such things The most of it ain´t true So I write this song just to say to you: I believe in you, - I do, Vendelay
Now the word is on the street That your ball gets properly stocked And by word you concider it being "oh so clock!" Well I´m not your spokesman But still a man of words And no matter how untrue, I know the garbage always hurts
I don´t know nowadays What it takes to get me bewitched For a person like me Who´s just starving to get ditched Let´s just hope that our ropes Ain´t so firmly fixed And if you´d asked me I´d say: -Nix, Vendelay.
I know that life is very bad When you´re picking up the pieces Of what you had And people say: I want you, I want you, I want you! Yeah, they want you all right, -But just for a while. But hang on in there And you´ll pull it through ´Cause I believe in you, I do And there´s a reason why I do, Vendelay |
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