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The Ballad Of Michael Valentine
The Killers
Michael plays with stars,
Soul sister, won't you take a ride in his car?
Late to call, when you wanted to be all
Baby, baby, don't be so shy,
Rock children hold your heads up high
In the night, while I try
And tell the ballad of Valentine
You got it bad, but you know it's true
I caught up with a friend in Dallas,
We took a trip to New Orleans,
Those black-eyed ladies,
Won't say they're sorry
We finally caught a train to Memphis,
Where everybody talks the same
Those blue suede babies
All know my name
And I said "Hold tight"
Can't you see that it's hurting me?
But I've got the buzz
Like Marlon Brando
Michael Valentine, can't we unite?
We ended up in North Dakota,
Although my hearts in Mexico
My munequita, Abren tus ojos
[My little doll, open your eyes]
With your new suit and your black tie,
Hold on you're just a gambling man
All proper, like
Well I broke to the right,
And I caught your eye
Shut your mouth and wave goodbye
Tonight, I ain't gonna let you rain on this parade
And I said "Hold tight",
Can't you see that it's hurting me?
But I've got the buzz
Like Marlon Brandon
Straight-faced with misery tonight
And I will not lie
When I say I ain't cold no more,
But I've got the buzz
Like Greta Garbo
Walking forward to the Sun,
And I've got a cold tale left to write
Oh, uh-oh
I know
He's gonna be there tonight.
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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