till the end Make way for the lemon parade Make way for my girl Make way for the lemon parade Make way for my girl Make way for the lemon parade Make
Swallow your pride Make way for the new bride Holdin' your tounge When they call another winner And oh there is more to this life Hey Mr Golden Deal
She, she came down From the mountain And I, I stood my ground On the mountain And like a fire I'm drawn to her lust I can't run from her but Lord, I
Big wings and small waters Carry me back home Small minds Stand protected under bigot sunshine I'm not alone But I'm far from home You can never go home
It's the way he looks at you That says to me, "This isn't over" From the outside looking in You see there's nothing sacred here Nothing sacred You can
Somebody cried the death of culture Somebody spit in a little boy's face Somebody said you robbed my homeland Somebody got the wrong impression So we
Oh my sugar she won't bend Fly with me On your love she will depend Fly with me, my love When you're down, feeling low Not quite paid for not quite sold
Me and my old man Don't see eye to eye We take our walks outside Underneath the birch trees He said, "I think it's gonna freeze this year" I said, "I
Oh, tell the tale of the wicked soldier Oh, tell the tale of the wicked man Oh, tell the tale of the wicked soldier Oh, tell the tale of the wicked man
I would have kept you underneath my wing I would protect you from everything Make way for the lemon parade Make way for my girl Make way for the lemon parade
Traduction: Tonique. Lemon Parade.
Big wings And small waters Carry me back home Small minds Stand protected under bigot sunshine I'm not alone But I'm far from home You can never go home
If you could only see the way she loves me Then maybe you would understand Why I feel this way about our love And what I must do If you could only see
So you give it all In the world today You say it's all about the passion And the wars you wage I'm not saying I'm one for violence But it keeps me hangin
world I would have kept you underneath my wing I would protect you from everything Make way for the lemon parade Make way for my girl Make way for the lemon parade
She She came down From the mountain And I I stood my ground On the mountain Like a fire I'm drawn to her lust I can't run from her but Lord I must Like
Swallow your pride Make way for the new bride Holding your tongue When they call another winner Oh there is more to this life Hey Mr. Golden Deal Tell
