Woorden:
The Bangles

bangles, hear how they jing, jinga-linga Baubles, bangles, bright shiny beads Sparkles, spangles, your heart will sing, singa-linga Wearin' baubles, bangles

Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling Do you feel my heart beating? Do you understand, do you feel the same? Am I only dreaming, is this burning

She is working nine to nine in an old worn down café. Living in a little town with no chance to escape All her friends had moved away to New York

When I saw you for the first time Eyes, the color of the ocean Something moved inside of me Long forgotten, lyin' broken Now I can't turn away Watching

I knew it'd turn out like this I'm keeping one foot on the train And I must be a masochist To ever take up with you, James It sounds familiar That tone

You were so amused When I made myself available You had to ask if it was all intentional Well, something is going on, on and on Something is going on

If I had the time, I would run away with you To a perfect world, we'd suspend all that is duty or required Late last night you cried and I couldn't come

(S. HoffsV. Peterson) Time's up girl now No more excusing you And those books you read Oh girl, you better review Oh oh oh, Mary Street Looking out your

I got nothing there's no sense in looking back All my yesterdays went up in flames Now I'm gonna just forget what's in the past I don't even recognize