Тексты песен «Nancy Sinatra»

(NANCY): Strawberries cherries and an angels kiss in spring My summer wine is really made from all these things (LEE): I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to A song that I had only sang to just a few She saw...

Therea?'s no one in this world for me Therea?'s never gonna be Therea?'s no one in this world needs me Therea?'s never gonna be Yet sometimes in my dreams I hear Sundown, I miss you sundown Sundown, I need you sundown...

Theres no one in this world for me Theres never gonna be Theres no one in this world needs me Theres never gonna be Yet sometimes in my dreams I hear Sundown, I miss you sundown Sundown, I need you sundown Come on,...

Now she just got here yesterday Things are pretty hot here now they say There's a great big change around Now all the girls are jealous there's no doubt And still those stupid fellows are raving about This here new...

He's never caught one spy untold He's never even caught a cold Got his degree from Disney Land But he's the last of the secret agents And he's my man He's an underwhelming kind of sleuth He thinks James Bond is some...

You keep saying you got something for me Something you call love but confess You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't 've been a'messin' And now someone else is getting all your best Well, these boots are made for...

You keep saying you got something for me Something you call love but confess You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't 've been a'messin' And now someone else is getting all your best Well, these boots are made for...

You keep saying you've got something for me. something you call love, but confess. You've been a messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin' and now someone else is gettin' all your best. These boots are made for...

You keep saying you got something for me Something you call love but confess You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't 've been a'messin' And now someone else is getting all your best Well, these boots are made for...

You keep saying you got something for me Something you call love but confess You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't 've been a'messin' And now someone else is getting all your best Well, these boots are made for...

You keep saying you've got something for me. something you call love, but confess. You've been messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin' and now someone else is gettin' all your best. These boots are made for...

You keep saying you got something for me Something you call love but confess You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't 've been a'messin' And now someone else is getting all your best Well, these boots are made for...

Every night I sit here by my window (Window) Starin' at a lonely avenue (Avenue) Watching lovers holding hands and laughin' (Laughin') Thinkin' 'bout the things they used to do (Thinkin' 'bout things) Like a walk in...

Every night I sit here by my window (window) Staring at the lonely avenue (avenue) Watching lovers holdin' hands And laughin' (ha ha ha) Thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do (Thinkin' 'bout things) Like a walk in the...

Every night I sit here by my window (window) Staring at the lonely avenue (avenue) Watching lovers holdin' hands And laughin' (ha ha ha) Thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do (Thinkin' 'bout things) Like a walk in the...

Every night I sit here by my window (window) Staring at the lonely avenue (avenue) Watching lovers holdin' hands And laughin' (ha ha ha) Thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do (Thinkin' 'bout things) Like a walk in the...

There's a little bird that somebody sends Down to the earth to live on the wind. Born on the wind and he sleeps on the wind This little bird that somebody sends. He's light and fragile and feathered sky blue, So...

This town, is a lonely town Not the only town, like this town This town, is a make you town Or a break you town and bring you down town This town, is a quiet town Or a riot town, like this town This town, is a love you...

People used to bill and coo But that don't make it with you Coz there's other things we do In our time, baby In our time, yeah In our time, baby In our time Girls were once suffragettes Now they're out takin' bets...

Mothers lock your daughters in It's too late to talk to them. Cause Tony Rome is out and about And Tony Rome'll get 'em if you don't watch out. Tony Rome'll get 'em if you don't watch out. Pussycats out run a stray. He...