Вершы: Bob Dylan. Down In The Groove. Ninety Miles an Hour.
I took you home from a party and we kissed in fun
A few stolen kisses and no harm was done
Instead of stoppin' when we could, we went right on
Till suddenly we found that the brakes were gone
You belong to someone else and I do too
It's just crazy bein' here with you
As a bad motorcycle with the devil in the seat
Goin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
I didn't want to want you but now I have no choice
It's too late to listen to that warning voice
All I hear is thunder of two hearts beat
Goin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Yeah ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
You're not free to belong to me
And you know I could never be your own
Your lips on mine are like a sweet, sweet wine
But we're heading for a wall of stone
Warning signs are flashin' everywhere but we pay no heed
Instead of slowin' down the place, we keep a pickin' up speed
Disaster's gettin' closer every time we meet
Going ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Yeah, ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Well, ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
A few stolen kisses and no harm was done
Instead of stoppin' when we could, we went right on
Till suddenly we found that the brakes were gone
You belong to someone else and I do too
It's just crazy bein' here with you
As a bad motorcycle with the devil in the seat
Goin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
I didn't want to want you but now I have no choice
It's too late to listen to that warning voice
All I hear is thunder of two hearts beat
Goin' ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Yeah ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
You're not free to belong to me
And you know I could never be your own
Your lips on mine are like a sweet, sweet wine
But we're heading for a wall of stone
Warning signs are flashin' everywhere but we pay no heed
Instead of slowin' down the place, we keep a pickin' up speed
Disaster's gettin' closer every time we meet
Going ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Yeah, ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Well, ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Bob Dylan
Down In The Groove