Yeah, yeah, yeah Take a look around, baby tell me what you see 'Cause what you see is what you found What you found is what you need Life is hard, there's a feeling on the Boulevard Everybody's got to play a final card A way to go do the deed Throw the punches like Apollo Creed 'Cause there's a bunch of ways to make it bleed, I know Well, the words of the prophets are no longer Written on the subway walls, one of them lost his hair The other publishes poetry here and there And that is all but, the things you said to me I cannot forget although I try To ignore the space beside me Where we used to love and you would lie She gets the feeling She gets the feeling Up through the ceiling is the only view As I was walking out the door, she said, "See You don't want to go around the world with me" Anyway, the San Francisco blues It was a piece of news to me It was a little blue book And a night time nook of Zen philosophy Late at night, a man desires a woman White, black, tan, but the fires are flamed By names and traces and the places and the faces And it's all the same in the morning game when She gets the feeling She gets the feeling Up through the ceiling is the only view As I was walking out the door, she said, "See Why don't you wanna come around the world with me" Everyday I climb the mountain And everyday I drive a car Every night I turn the lights off It goes too far Woh, woh, woh, woh Woh, woh, woh, woh Woh, woh, woh, woh Woh, woh, woh, woh She gets the feeling She gets the feeling Up through the ceiling is the only view She says, "Baby, I just can't believe You don't wanna come around the world with me" She gets the feeling She gets the feeling She gets the feeling ... © CHRISTODAL MUSIC; BMG SONGS, INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com