Слова:
Counting Crows She Likes The Weather

And I feel like I am a razor And I feel like I am a razor And the TV pans and the elephants dance And the nurse looks like she's angry So the pills

Getting dressed and bunger bound shuffling through the heather neighbors drop their flowers down and worry about the weather every night I'm floating

anything, at all "My turn this time", he says And he turns the radio on And he turns the radio off "My turn this time", she says And she laughs at herself And she

rodeos, she settles down alone. She planted flowers in her basement so she has a little color when the sky runs low. [Chorus:] She likes the weather today She

. I don't wanna be afraid. Jaded. I hate it. I don't wanna be your slave. Saw you peeking' round my garden gate I thought you'd liked what you'd seen

best years of my heart and my tears And I want, and I want, and I want, and I want Throw me up on the shore tonight and I'll count the last light And

Did you think you were irresponsible Well I don't see that One or two children on a workingman's salary Doesn't seem like a lot to ask I guess I'll

rodeos, she settles down alone. She planted flowers in her basement so she has a little color when the sky runs low. [Chorus:] She likes the weather today She

the rodeos, she settles down alone. She planted flowers in her basement so she has a little color when the sky runs low. [Chorus:] She likes the weather today She