Текст (слова) песни: Jethro Tull - Budapest

I think she was a middle-distance runner...
(the translation wasn`t clear).
Could be a budding stately hero.
International competition in a year.
She was a good enough reason for a party...
(well, you couldn`t keep up on a hard track mile)
while she ran a perfect circle.
And she wore a perfect smile
in Budapest... hot night in Budapest.

We had to cozzy up in the old gymnasium...
dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear.
She was helping out at the back-stage...
stopping hearts and chilling beer.
Yes, and her legs went on for ever.
Like staring up at infinity
through a wisp of cotton panty
along a skin of satin sea.
Hot night in Budapest.

You could cut the heat, peel it back with the wrong side of a knife.
Feel it blowing from the sidefills. Feel like you were playing
for your life
(if not the money).
Hot night in Budapest.

She bent down to fill the ice box
and stuffed some more warm white wine in
like some weird unearthly vision
wearing only T-shirt, pants and skin.
You know, it rippled, just a hint of muscle.
But the boys and me were heading west
so we left her to the late crew
and a hot night in Budapest.
It was a hot night in Budapest.

She didn`t speak much English language...
(she didn`t speak much anyway).
She wouldn`t make love, but she could make good sandwich
and she poured sweet wine before we played.

Hey, Budapest, cha, cha, cha. Let`s watch her now.

I thought I saw her at the late night restaurant.
She would have sent blue shivers down the wall.
But she didn`t grace our table.
In fact, she wasn`t there at all.
Yes, and her legs went on forever.
Like staring up at infinity.
Her heart was spinning to the west-lands
and she didn`t care to be
that night in Budapest.
Hot night in Budapest.

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» Jethro Tull - Pussy Willow
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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Jethro Tull - Budapest I think she was a middle-distance runner... (the translation wasn`t clear). Could be a budding stately hero. International competition in a year. She was a good enough reason for a party... (well, you couldn`t keep up on a hard track mile) while she ran a perfect circle. And she wore a perfect smile in Budapest... hot night in Budapest. We had to cozzy up in the old gymnasium... dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear. She was helping out at the back-stage... stopping hearts and chilling beer. Yes, and her legs went on for ever. Like staring up at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea. Hot night in Budapest. You could cut the heat, peel it back with the wrong side of a knife. Feel it blowing from the sidefills. Feel like you were playing for your life (if not the money). Hot night in Budapest. She bent down to fill the ice box and stuffed some more warm white wine in like some weird unearthly vision wearing only T-shirt, pants and skin. You know, it rippled, just a hint of muscle. But the boys and me were heading west so we left her to the late crew and a hot night in Budapest. It was a hot night in Budapest. She didn`t speak much English language... (she didn`t speak much anyway). She wouldn`t make love, but she could make good sandwich and she poured sweet wine before we played. Hey, Budapest, cha, cha, cha. Let`s watch her now. I thought I saw her at the late night restaurant. She would have sent blue shivers down the wall. But she didn`t grace our table. In fact, she wasn`t there at all. Yes, and her legs went on forever. Like staring up at infinity. Her heart was spinning to the west-lands and she didn`t care to be that night in Budapest. Hot night in Budapest. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Budapest: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/5644.html Все тексты песен: Jethro Tull » Jethro Tull - Living In The Past » Jethro Tull - Home » Jethro Tull - Locomotive Breath » Jethro Tull - Strip Cartoon » Jethro Tull - Baker street muse (Pig-me and the whore) » Jethro Tull - Budapest » Jethro Tull - Singing All Day » Jethro Tull - Cold wind to Valhalla » Jethro Tull - The Clasp » Jethro Tull - From A Dead Beat To An Old Greaser » Jethro Tull - The Chateau Disaster Tapes » Jethro Tull - Grace » Jethro Tull - Crazed Institution » Jethro Tull - Scenario » Jethro Tull - Down at The End of Your Road » Jethro Tull - Bungle In The Jungle » Jethro Tull - Pussy Willow » Jethro Tull - My Sunday Feeling » Jethro Tull - The whistler » Jethro Tull - back to the family \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 Рекомендуем скачать: » Валентин Вихорев - М. Крыжановскому » Вадим Стройкин - Памяти Юрия Визбора » Вероника Долина - Песня Ванессы (из спектакля Дом, который построил Свифт) » Владимир Боганов - По тундре » Верка Сердючка - Ты напился как свинья » Валентин Вихорев - По жухлой листве поземка шуршит... » Виктор Шнейдер - Первый снег 1992 года (из цикла Первый снег) » Валентин Вихорев - А мы ночуем в облаке... » Владимир Ланцберг - Трава » Владимир Высоцкий - Профессионалы » Вячеслав Добрынин - Русский ресторан » Владимир Высоцкий - Из-за гор » Владимир Высоцкий - Сколько я ни старался, сколько я ни стремился » Владимир Высоцкий - Песня Сенежина » Владимир Капгер - Песням А.Круппа » Визбор Юрий - Милая моя (Солнышко лесное) » Вадим Мищук, Валерий Мищук - Ступеньки » Вадим Казанский - Если выключить верхний свет... » Вадим Мищук, Валерий Мищук - Атлантида » Владимир Праслов - Разреши мне тебя разлюбить?..
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