Kids in America 94 — текст песни (Kim Wilde)

Written by ricky & marty wilde



Everybody live for the music-go-round

Everybody live for the music-go-round



Looking out a dirty old window

Down below the cars in the

City go rushing by

I sit here alone

And I wonder why



Friday night and everyones moving

I can fell the heat

But its shooting

Heading down

I search for the beat in this dirty town



Everybody live for the music-go-round

Everybody live for the music-go-round



Were the kids in america

Were the kids in america

Everybody live for the music-go-round



Bright lights the music gets faster

Look boy, dont check on your watch

Not another glance

Im not leaving now, honey not a chance



Hot-shot, give me no problems

Much later baby youll be saying never mind

You know life is cruel, life is never kind



Everybody live for the music-go-round



Were the kids in america

Were the kids in america

Everybody live for the music-go-round