Song | Poppy Gene Tierney |
Artist | Étienne Daho |
Album | La Notte la Notte |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Swimming, swimming, swimming | |
Looking for your ship, swimming | |
Ellen, Laura, Poppy | |
Laura, Poppy Gene TIERNEY | |
Other side of the word | |
Walking, walking, walking | |
Looking for your smile, walking | |
Ellen, Laura, Poppy | |
Laura, Poppy Gene TIERNEY | |
And the screen filled with cold blue eyes | |
Where you take everything that's yours | |
From icy deserts to frozen palaces | |
From toxic loves in the Shanghaï hell | |
Never do I tire of your travel | |
And then you close your lovely blue eyes | |
I think of other places and skies | |
And then you close your lovely blue eyes | |
And your cold blue eyes | |
On the screen, there're your cold blue eyes, cold blue eyes | |
Ellen, Laura, Poppy, Laura Poppy Gene TIERNEY | |
And the screen filled with cold blue eyes | |
And the screen with cold red lips | |
From icy deserts to frozen palaces | |
From toxic loves in the Shanghaï hell | |
Never do I tire of your travel | |
And then you close your lovely blue eyes | |
I'm in love, I'm in love with Gene TIERNEY's eye. |
Swimming, swimming, swimming | |
Looking for your ship, swimming | |
Ellen, Laura, Poppy | |
Laura, Poppy Gene TIERNEY | |
Other side of the word | |
Walking, walking, walking | |
Looking for your smile, walking | |
Ellen, Laura, Poppy | |
Laura, Poppy Gene TIERNEY | |
And the screen filled with cold blue eyes | |
Where you take everything that' s yours | |
From icy deserts to frozen palaces | |
From toxic loves in the Shangha hell | |
Never do I tire of your travel | |
And then you close your lovely blue eyes | |
I think of other places and skies | |
And then you close your lovely blue eyes | |
And your cold blue eyes | |
On the screen, there' re your cold blue eyes, cold blue eyes | |
Ellen, Laura, Poppy, Laura Poppy Gene TIERNEY | |
And the screen filled with cold blue eyes | |
And the screen with cold red lips | |
From icy deserts to frozen palaces | |
From toxic loves in the Shangha hell | |
Never do I tire of your travel | |
And then you close your lovely blue eyes | |
I' m in love, I' m in love with Gene TIERNEY' s eye. |
Swimming, swimming, swimming | |
Looking for your ship, swimming | |
Ellen, Laura, Poppy | |
Laura, Poppy Gene TIERNEY | |
Other side of the word | |
Walking, walking, walking | |
Looking for your smile, walking | |
Ellen, Laura, Poppy | |
Laura, Poppy Gene TIERNEY | |
And the screen filled with cold blue eyes | |
Where you take everything that' s yours | |
From icy deserts to frozen palaces | |
From toxic loves in the Shangha hell | |
Never do I tire of your travel | |
And then you close your lovely blue eyes | |
I think of other places and skies | |
And then you close your lovely blue eyes | |
And your cold blue eyes | |
On the screen, there' re your cold blue eyes, cold blue eyes | |
Ellen, Laura, Poppy, Laura Poppy Gene TIERNEY | |
And the screen filled with cold blue eyes | |
And the screen with cold red lips | |
From icy deserts to frozen palaces | |
From toxic loves in the Shangha hell | |
Never do I tire of your travel | |
And then you close your lovely blue eyes | |
I' m in love, I' m in love with Gene TIERNEY' s eye. |