Şarkı Sözleri
çalışılacak sözcükler
A malady has taken him over
Coughing tar in his japanese motor
The lights are magic
And he feels lucky
And he's got money
Shoots like an arrow - oh
London loves
The mystery of a speeding car
London loves
The misery of a speeding heart
Its love you like, and everyone's at it
And words are cheap when the mind is elastic
He loves the violence
Keeps ticking over
