Scorpions
Текст песни Wild Child

Don't hear the phone, that rings.
I know the fever's coming.
God knows, what life will bring
This Sunday morning, Sunday morning, without a warning.
Don't hear the neighbour scream,
He thinks, my house is burning.
Life is good to me
This Sunday morning, yeah!
She's a wild child,
And her l-l-love turns a man insane.
She's a wild child,
And the love, she makes, rocks the mind off my brain.

Don't hear the backdoor crack,
Don't see the cops are coming back.
It's burnin' in my bed
This Sunday morning, yeah!
She's a wild child, she's a wild child,
And her l-l-love turns a man insane.
She's a wild child, she's a wild child,
And the love, she makes, rocks the mind off my brain.

She's on fire!
She's on fire!
She's on fire!

She's a wild child,
And her l-l-love turns a man insane.
She's a wild child,
And the love, she makes, rocks the mind off my brain.
She's a wild child, she's a wild child,
And her l-l-love turns a man insane.
She's a wild child, she's a wild child,
And the love, she makes, rocks the mind off my brain.
She's a wild child.
She's a wild child.
Yeah!
She's a wild child, she's a wild child,
And her l-l-love turns a man insane.
She's a wild child, she's a wild child,
And the love, she makes, rocks the mind off my brain.