You ask me what I like about the people here and there and around me I want to live and people are the nicest kind of folk to live with See the child with hair of blue, the one the boys are talking too I can smell the spring in her mind Friends of mine are red and green I see you don't know what I mean and I'm sad
Look at the man with the pretty balloons, he doesn't buy April's tooth of gold Look at the man with the pretty balloons, he doesn't buy April's tooth of gold
The can we call a motor car it's 1905 but it's groovy We call the place the house of lights there are no bulbs 'cause things like that cost money I like trips to seaside towns for tea cups in the rain The pavement is a table for five
Would you like to hold my hand and wander through our beautiful land? I'll give you flowers
Look at my friend with unusual eyes We're hung up on April's tooth of gold
Look at my friend with unusual eyes We're hung up on April's tooth of gold
Look at my friend with unusual eyes We're hung up on April's tooth of gold
Strolling along on peculiar street and marvel at April's tooth of gold
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Compositor: David Robert Jones (David Bowie) (PRS)Editor: Allegro Music Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #1975126 em 07/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM