Woorden:
Graziano Romani Sparks Of Passion Rarities

And the caravan is on it's way I can hear the merry gypsies play Mama mama look at Emma Rose She's a-playin with the radio La, la, la, la... And the

Outside another yellow moon punched a hole in the nighttime, yes I climb through the window and down the street shining like a new dime the downtown

Asking on my knees, for some direction, please, And, God, you know that's hard Cause I'm such a stubborn man Lord, I'm stubborn as a mule Even

He's a guitar player, he's a fast-hand player The death is his label and the strat his weapon He was driving round in Frisco near Golden Gate Park Riding

calling out her name She whispers secrets in my ear I need her and all the things she gives She brings to me Sparks of passion Sparks of passion Sparks of passion

She came to the show when the band played in her town just the kind of girl too shy for foolin' around and then a friend of her asked me to dedicate

I met a little girl and I settled down In a little house out on the edge of town We got married, and swore we'd never part Then little by little we drifted

Hey What Listen I've had other guys I've looked into their eyes But I never knew love before 'Til you walked through my door I've had other lips

When this old world starts getting me down And people are just too much for me to face I climb way up to the top of the stairs And all my cares just