Слова:
Rumble Strips The Girls And Weather

blowing them apart, it's breaking my heart to see Cause as you move away, we go from snowy white to grey And as you fly so high, my cloud starts to disappear and

oh aint it a shame, i let you go plenty of girls and boys alone, plenty of girls and boys in love, plenty of girls and boys in love, plenty of girls and

old bike is a big loud glistening speed machine, im getting chased everywhere i go, by hundreds of girls all fighting to show how much they love me, so i, pull over and

that same beating heart, and ain't it beating loud and ain't it beating proud and ain't it such an ugly sound i'm never gonna dream i even go and start

hear a girl likes it loud Oooh, honey You don't come from London do you? But sometimes you sound like you do What the hell is that all about? Did you hear a girl