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    Ludo Roxy текст песни

    Roxy

    Oh Roxy, don’t you love me?

    Is it because I’m American?

    Maybe it’s because I don’t grope you and your friends

    Like the fool behind you now dancing halfway down your pants

    Somewhere near the border of Spain and France

    A bottle of bad red wine in my head

    Sixty francs to look like a fool and dance

    Mechanics understand not what I said

    Thinkin’ ’bout the time that I had, how sad

    Her one-word shirt describes my plight in red

    And her name is a reoccurring theme

    Start a move that everyone knows, the awkward pose

    And in the meantime, her eyes finding me

    Reluctantly I start the approach, her eyes, they glow

    But it’s not glee, it’s fear — that’s why she flees

    Sing of girls I wish that I knew

    Her eyes rung true, her one-word shirt now stabbing sparkling blue

    And her name is a barely flickering flame

    Oh Roxy, don’t you love me?

    Is it because I’m American?

    Maybe it’s because I don’t grope you and your friends

    Like the fool behind you now dancing halfway down your pants

    Roxy’s spinnin’ around, or is it me that’s down?

    How many fingers do I see? Is it three by now?

    Stands on top of the stairs and screams for who? Who cares?

    All that matters now is my eyes like Apollo’s, become clear.

    Somewhere near the border of pain and romance,

    Her name is undetermined as of yet

    Potential for a Roxy again has always been

    The hardest part to get out of my head

    Comes full circle all in the end, I hope

    Could one-word shirts in songs be just a joke?

    And her name is a never-ever-ending game

    Oh Roxy, don’t you love me?

    Why do I gotta be American?

    Maybe it’s because I don’t grope you and your friends

    Like the fool behind you now dancing halfway down your pants



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