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On Christmas Day
- wykonawca: Bryan Adams
You?re the silent type
And you caught my eye
But I never thought that I?d be touchin? you
How was I to know
I?d let my feelin?s go
And that I?d be yours before the night was through
One night love affair
Tryin? to make like we don?t care
We were both reachin? out for somethin?
One night love affair
Pretendin? it ain?t there
Oh - and now we?re left with nothin?
When the mornin? breaks
We go our separate ways
If the night was made for love it ain?t for keeps
But I lose control
As I watch you go
All my senses say I?m in this much too deep
Now you?re outa reach
One night love affair
Tryin? to make like we don?t care
We were both reachin? out for somethin?
One night love affair
Pretendin? we don?t care
Oh - and now we?re left nothin?
Solo
One night love affair
Tryin? to make like we don?t care
We were both reachin? out for somethin?
One night love affair
Sometimes life ain?t fair
Oh - and now we?re left with nothin?
You?re the silent type
And you caught my eye
But I never thought that I?d be touchin? you
How was I to know
I?d let my feelin?s go
And that I?d be yours before the night was through
One night love affair
Tryin? to make like we don?t care
We were both reachin? out for somethin?
One night love affair
Pretendin? it ain?t there
Oh - and now we?re left with nothin?
When the mornin? breaks
We go our separate ways
If the night was made for love it ain?t for keeps
But I lose control
As I watch you go
All my senses say I?m in this much too deep
Now you?re outa reach
One night love affair
Tryin? to make like we don?t care
We were both reachin? out for somethin?
One night love affair
Pretendin? we don?t care
Oh - and now we?re left nothin?
Solo
One night love affair
Tryin? to make like we don?t care
We were both reachin? out for somethin?
One night love affair
Sometimes life ain?t fair
Oh - and now we?re left with nothin?