Was wär eine Band ohne einem geilen Publikum?
Nicht einmal die Hälfte wert - und so kriegt jede Band auch das Publikum, das es verdient.
Mag schon sein, dass hier auffällig viele Mädels abgebildet sind - Hauptsache ist - es sind nur fröhliche Gesichter. smart.love Junkies lieben ihr Publikum und den Bildern ist durchaus zu entnehmen, dass dies auf Gegenseitigkeit beruht.
Auch unser Publikum sind "Companeros",
So thank you, for your kindness, your patience, your feeling, your hearts and your souls - keep on dreaming......

Come sail your ships around me

And burn your bridges down

We make a little history baby
Every time you come around

Come loose your dogs upon me

And let your hair hang down

You are a little mystery to me

Every time you come around
We talked about it all night long

We define our moral ground

But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumblin' down

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down

We make a little history baby
Every time you come around

Your face has fallen sad now
For you know the time is high
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down

We make a little history baby
Every time you come around

Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down

You are a little mystery to me

Every time you come around

Come sail your ships around me......
Mag schon sein, dass hier auffällig viele Mädels abgebildet sind - Hauptsache ist - es sind nur fröhliche Gesichter. smart.love Junkies lieben ihr Publikum und den Bildern ist durchaus zu entnehmen, dass dies auf Gegenseitigkeit beruht.
Auch unser Publikum sind "Companeros",
So thank you, for your kindness, your patience, your feeling, your hearts and your souls - keep on dreaming......

Come sail your ships around me

And burn your bridges down

We make a little history baby
Every time you come around

Come loose your dogs upon me

And let your hair hang down

You are a little mystery to me

Every time you come around
We talked about it all night long

We define our moral ground

But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumblin' down

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down

We make a little history baby
Every time you come around

Your face has fallen sad now
For you know the time is high
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down

We make a little history baby
Every time you come around

Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down

You are a little mystery to me

Every time you come around

Come sail your ships around me......
T.C. - 15. Jan, 12:54