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Eine Art Southern Rock, bislang nichts weiter als eine Demoversion, die komplett von mir eingespielt, arrangiert und komponiert wurde.
V1
She's a regular girl with a freckled face
and thick red hair with natural waves
stuck in a traffic jam while the setting sun
reminds her the day is nearly done.
The setting sun still burns like fire
and she holds back upraising desire
no one's waiting for her, but that's alright
cause she won't drive home tonight.
Chorus:
When the moon is full and her heartbeats
getting out off control and all that she needs
is someone to hold.
When the moon is full and she roams the streets
with a burning wish she can't defeat
you'd better run fast. Don't be too bold.
V2
She remembers the night when it all began
she was still a teen and a big Eagles fan.
He was a highschool guy and an easy prey
makes her shiver when she thinks of that day.
She read about what the moon can do
bout his meaning for her she didn't have a clue
The traffic starts to flow again
no need for these thoughts to remain.
Chorus
V3
The drums are pounding in a Latin style
and every minute she's catching a smile.
the Mojitos are cold and the air is hot
and this mixture is boiling their blood.
Through a window you can see the moon
and it looks like a mature cocoon.
He talks to her and points at the door
he doesn't know just what he is in for
Chorus
She's a regular girl with a freckled face
and thick red hair with natural waves
stuck in a traffic jam while the setting sun
reminds her the day is nearly done.
The setting sun still burns like fire
and she holds back upraising desire
no one's waiting for her, but that's alright
cause she won't drive home tonight.
Chorus:
When the moon is full and her heartbeats
getting out off control and all that she needs
is someone to hold.
When the moon is full and she roams the streets
with a burning wish she can't defeat
you'd better run fast. Don't be too bold.
V2
She remembers the night when it all began
she was still a teen and a big Eagles fan.
He was a highschool guy and an easy prey
makes her shiver when she thinks of that day.
She read about what the moon can do
bout his meaning for her she didn't have a clue
The traffic starts to flow again
no need for these thoughts to remain.
Chorus
V3
The drums are pounding in a Latin style
and every minute she's catching a smile.
the Mojitos are cold and the air is hot
and this mixture is boiling their blood.
Through a window you can see the moon
and it looks like a mature cocoon.
He talks to her and points at the door
he doesn't know just what he is in for
Chorus
