Is no place for the weak Then you can look me in the eye And tell me if you see a trace of fear You gotta look sharp You gotta look sharp And you gotta
is no place for the weak Then you can look me in the eye And tell me if you see a trace of fear You gotta look sharp You gotta look sharp
Prevod: Joe Jackson. Look Sharp!.
In the supermarket there is music while you work It drives you crazy, sends you screaming for the door Work there for a year or two and you can't get
Come on you people get your dancing shoes on Reds and yellow and pinks and blues on Too late, too late To stay home and sit around Purple leopard skin
the little lady's done for me Says it like he thinks I'm blind But the things that you see ain't necessarily the things you can find Happy loving couples make it look
Here she comes just a-walk just just a-walkin' down the street Singin' down do be do do wop a do do wop Singin' down do be do do wop a do do wop
Mother doesn't go out any more Just sits at home and rolls her spastic eyes But every weekend through the door Come words of wisdom from the world outside
Wake up this mornin' and the paper's on the mat Poor getting poorer and the rich are getting fat again Up in the towers all the bosses sitting sneezing
Tell me one more time as I hold your hand, that you don't love me Tell me one more time as teardrops start to fall Shout it to me and I'll shout it to
Fools in love, well are there any other kind of lovers? Fools in love, is there any other kind of pain? Everything you do, everywhere you go now
Wake up, got another day to get through now Got another man to see Got to call him on the telephone Got to find a piece of paper Sit down, got another
my street. I wash my hair and I kid myself I look real smooth Look over there! (Where?) Here comes Jeanie with her new boyfriend They say that looks don
