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