Aint No Cover - text
It ain't no cover
It ain't no style
I shouldn't bother
He's eight miles high
But i adore him
And i implore him
Saying i love none other
But this ain't no style
It ain't no style
I shouldn't bother
He's eight miles high
But i adore him
And i implore him
Saying i love none other
But this ain't no style
He sits there smoking
His breath away
He sits there choking
On what they say
But i adore him
And i implore him
Saying one of these mornings
I'm going away
His breath away
He sits there choking
On what they say
But i adore him
And i implore him
Saying one of these mornings
I'm going away
The sun is setting
The day is done
Good night, my lover
Good night, my son
I shouldn't bother
He's eight miles high
But i love none other
Til the day that i die...
The day is done
Good night, my lover
Good night, my son
I shouldn't bother
He's eight miles high
But i love none other
Til the day that i die...
