Текст (слова) песни: The Mamas and the Papas - Blueberries for Breakfast
Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon, Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon... Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon, Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon...
Drive you to the airport; wait ж†?il itжЉЇ time to go. IжЉіe checked the weather report; they say it will not snow And all the planes can come and go. But I think the ceiling is too low, So you canжЉ° go.
Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon, Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon...
[?] New York fire [?] Burning just a little too bright. Manhattan firefly, never make it through the night. Somehow she came out alright; Through the darkness, see her light shining bright.
Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon, Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon...
IжЉ¦ gonna have to call the cops, if you donжЉ° leave me alone. Stop waiting at the bus stop, trying to walk me home. The FBI, the CIA, you know theyжЉЈl never leave you alone--- And I will cut you to the bone.
Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon, Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon... Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon, Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon.
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