Paroles de Running On Empty
(1)I'm running on empty
Feel I'm running dry
I don't have a love life
It'll make a grown man cry
(2)
I got an old lady
But we don't touch
I'm looking for some magic
Is that asking too much
(3)
White sails and song birds, warm candle light
I don't want Disney, I wanna rock all right
Call me a cynic
You can call me a fool
But I want my life back
I wanna jump in the pool
I need to tango
I got to rock
I wanna little couch dancer
Who can stop my clock
No more pretty words, I've run out of track
No more bland monotony, I'm not going back
A married life can bury you, it's like a disease
I've seen hard men crying and brave men on their knees
Going back to my roots now
To what I know best
Well I need my cherry
And her treasure chest
I got me a dancer
From a personal ad
She do the Watusi
Come on you color me bad
Ferris wheels and beaches, walks along the sand
Please no candy kisses, just pump me a rocking band
All those pretty words, I've run out of track
All that bland monotony, I'm not going back
A married life can bury you, it's like a disease
I've seen hard men crying, brave men on their knees
Brave men begging please
Repeat (1)
Repeat (2)
Repeat (3)
I got an old lady
But we don't touch
I'm looking for some magic
Is that asking too much
(3)
White sails and song birds, warm candle light
I don't want Disney, I wanna rock all right
Call me a cynic
You can call me a fool
But I want my life back
I wanna jump in the pool
I need to tango
I got to rock
I wanna little couch dancer
Who can stop my clock
No more pretty words, I've run out of track
No more bland monotony, I'm not going back
A married life can bury you, it's like a disease
I've seen hard men crying and brave men on their knees
Going back to my roots now
To what I know best
Well I need my cherry
And her treasure chest
I got me a dancer
From a personal ad
She do the Watusi
Come on you color me bad
Ferris wheels and beaches, walks along the sand
Please no candy kisses, just pump me a rocking band
All those pretty words, I've run out of track
All that bland monotony, I'm not going back
A married life can bury you, it's like a disease
I've seen hard men crying, brave men on their knees
Brave men begging please
Repeat (1)
Repeat (2)
Repeat (3)
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