The Rolling Stones Sweet Virginia текст песни, слова песни Sweet Virginia The Rolling Stones
The Rolling Stones - Sweet Virginia
Wading through the waste stormy winter
And there's not a friend to help you through
Trying to stop the waves behind your eyeballs
Drop your reds drop your greens and blues
Thank you for your wine, California
Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits
Yes, I've got the desert in my toenail
And hid the speed inside my shoe
But come on come on down Sweet Virginia
Come on honey child I beg of you
Come on come on down you got it in you
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