Am Fm C E
I used to know one girl
And she had, big black glasses and curly hair
Her smile was brighter then the sun
Awaking my feelings from the long time stun
Oh.. God, day by day
I'm looking her face.
Among the hundred faces.
Oh.. God, help me
To survive in this..
Familiar places.
Oh.. God, take me through the space
To her bed..
Can you make this?
My.. God...
I wish, I could touch her again..
Her.. curly hair.
We use to drink, red bottle of wine,
Under moonlight pressure.
And only the wind was jealous about,
That we were alone.. all day out.
Oh.. God, day by day
I'm looking her face.
Among the hundred faces.
Oh.. God, help me
To survive in this..
Familiar places.
Oh.. God, take me through the space
To her bed..
Can you make this?
My.. God...
I wish, I could touch her again..
Her.. curly hair.