1971 — текст песни (Perry Blake)





Throw away your suitcase

Come back to bed

There is nothing I wouldnt do

For a girl in distress



Ive loaded my weapon

Im wearing my best

There is nothing I couldnt stoop to

For a girl in distress



Nothing I wouldnt stoop to



We are out in the hills now

Looking over the sea

There is nothing she wouldnt do

To a man on his knees



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