Kim Wilde - Kids In America 94 1994

Pokaż cały tekst Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the
City go rushing by
I sit here alone
And I wonder why

Friday night and everyones moving
I can feel the heat
But its soothing
Heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town

Down town the young ones are going
Down town the young ones are growing

We're the kids in America
We're the kids in America
Everybody live for the music-go-round

Bright lights the music gets faster
Look boy, don't check on your watch
Not another glance
I'm not leaving now, honey not a chance

Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later baby you'll be saying never mind
You know life is cruel, life is never kind

Kind hearts don't make a new story
Kind hearts don't grab any glory

Come closer, honey thats better
Got to get a brand new experience
Feeling right
Oh don't try to stop baby
Hold me tight

Outside a new day is dawning
Outside sububias sprawling everywhere
I don't want to go baby
New York to East California
There's a new wave coming I warn you

We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America