Текст (слова) песни: Trout Fishing In America - Count On Me
(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) Well, you can count on your fingers, And you can count on your toes, Count the freckles on your freckledy face, Or the hairs in Daddy`s nose. But you can count on me, `cause I`ll ways be your friend. Count on me, I`ll say it time and time again. Yeah, when things get a little weird, Hey and everything goes crazy, You know I won`t disappear, `Cause weird doesn`t even faze me, But you can count on me through all these mixed-up days. Count on me, you know I`m never far away. There are oysters in the ocean Making pearls from little grains of sand, And there`s coal beneath the mountain that turns to diamonds. Well, I can turn your darkest night Into the brightest day you`ve ever had. So count to ten if you`re angry, but count on me if you`re sad. Sometimes I act a little spoiled And sometimes I lose my patience, Hey, and I can get so worked up and worried That my good sense escapes me, But you can count on me, `cause I can put these things behind me. Count on me, you`ll always know where to find me. Count on me, `cause I`ll always be your friend.
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