Mott The Hoople Mommas Little Jewel - teksty piosenek, wg trafności (od zawsze) - Teksciory.pl

Lay Down - Mott The Hoople

"(Safka) We were so close there was no room We bled inside each other's wounds We all caught the same disease We all sang our songs of peace Lay down, lay down, let it all down Let your bright face smile"

Movin' On - Mott The Hoople

"(Mick Ralphs) Well I get up in the morning and it's just another day Pack up my belongings cause I gotta get away Jump into a taxi and the time is getting tight Heading for the airport cause I got a show"

Growin' Man Blues - Mott The Hoople

"(All right, come on now) Well it's sunday afternoon I'm sitting in my living room And I'm stung by love Baby don't care about me She got a place on the north end road I been around, the curtains were"

Growing Man Blues - Mott The Hoople

"(Ian Hunter) (All right, come on now) Well it's Sunday afternoon I'm sitting in my living room And I'm stung by love Baby don't care about me She got a place on the North End Road I been around, the curtains"

Crash Street Kidds - Mott The Hoople

"(Ian Hunter) See my thoughts - and see my scars- see my clothes - I dress to kill See my blood - and see my gun. The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better run, better run, better run) The Crash"

Drivin' Sister - Mott The Hoople

"See my thoughts - and see my scars- see my clothes - I dress to kill See my blood - and see my gun. The Crash Street Kidds are comin' to get ya (Better run, better run, better run) The Crash Street Kidds"

Alice - Mott The Hoople

"(Ian Hunter) Now Alice needed money I put $10 on the breeze, As the wind died away she sank way below her knees, And as a hurricane passed by she clutched the money from the sky, She must have been at"

Born Late '58 - Mott The Hoople

"Now Alice needed money I put $10 on the breeze, As the wind died away she sank way below her knees, And as a hurricane passed by she clutched the money from the sky, She must have been at least a fathom"

Midnight Lady - Mott The Hoople

"NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naaa NaNa NaNa Naa Well I went down to the bunny station Cause I wanted love for a week or two I wanted you on a week vacation Cause its costing me but its killing you NaNa"

Death May Be Your Santa Claus - Mott The Hoople

"(Ian Hunter/Verden Allen) How long 'fore you realise you swing How long 'fore you realise you sting From the good to the bad to the ugly change How long 'fore you start to rearrange How long how long 'fore"

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