One boy, two little girls Three hearts yearning for love Although it's hard to explain I know it may sound insane But this one boy loves two little girls
MARGARET, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! as the heart
La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la You sit there in your heartache Waiting on some beautiful girl To save you from your old ways You pray for forgiveness
Come the night, come the night All the man want to fuss and tight But not me, not me `Cause that's not what i want to be Cause I'm Mama's little boy
Hey little boy with the bowties to spare Perched on the rooftop, the wind in your hair We tell you jump and you do it on cue You fly alone but you know
nine o'clock, no stamp on your hand it's hard to rock when you can't see = the band you have enough money to pay the rates but you can't get in = because
They tolled you every day in every kind of way everything you need and a little more they hoped you'd remember what they said put an iron cage around
J'ai pas vraiment le temps de jouer a la poupee Alors mon enfant ne m'en veux pas Je rattraperai ce temps-la je te promet Mais en attendant ouvre le tiroir
15 months and they would Drag you from your throne But you ain't got no place to go You're the bad one from the day you were born You can run I dont think
Life is tough and love is rough For the man who just can?t ever seem to get enough The days go by and the women come and go So many that you decide
Two little boys had two little toys Each had a wooden horse Gaily they played each summers day Warriors both of cause One little chap then had a mishap
I turn inside of myself - look back into my past - into nothing - the best time in life - barely present I wish I could go back - tell that nice little
Two little boys, two little toys Each was a wooden horse. Gaily they played, each summer's day Soldier boys, of course. One little chap, he had a mishap
His life is that blue bike, ball glove an' fishin' pole, Tree-house, baby gun and band aid covered knees. He does good deliverin' papers, An' cuttin'
What can you sacrifice? Without dilution of introspect, integrity and call it all your own. A unique identity. An inane obscenity to formulate a work
Tragic tenor sing to me Of lust and deep depravity hello? hello? Lock me up this time for good Before i might be understood hello? how low... So
Vertaling: Eddy Arnold. Kleine meisjes en Jongens.
Vertaling: Kovacs, Attila. Toen ik een jongen was.
