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Текст песни Sugar Hill

Oh, you think you'll make it on your own
But every time you cry your heart out
You just play a part about what might have been.
Oh, don't give me bad news on the phone
Cause every time I hear that shit ring
I listen to your voice sing and I'm turning green.
She questions everything you see
Every time I climb a sugar hill
Sitting on the window sill I'm watching a bee.

Chorus:
Don't give me bad news on the phone!
My heart is rolling like a stone
Well, I can feel the hot steam coming out of your nostrils
And chilling my bones.

Cry, my oh my oh my oh my
Look at all the dirty pictures
Acid queens and hipsters passing by.

Chorus:
Don't give me bad news on the phone!
My heart is rolling like a stone
Well, I can feel the hot steam coming out of your nostrils
And chilling my bones.
Don't give me bad news on the phone!
My heart is rolling like a stone
Well, I can feel the hot steam coming out of your nostrils
And chilling my bones.