Tekster: Killers, The. Otras Canciones. The Ballad Of Michael Valentine.

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Michael plays with stars

Soul Sister won't you take a ride in his car

Late to call

When you wanted to be all

Baby don't be so shy

Rock children hold your heads up high

In the night while I try

And tell the ballad of Valentine



You got it bad, but you know it's true



I caught up with a friend in Dallas

We took a trip to New Orleans

Those black-eyed ladies

Won't say they're sorry



We finally caught a train to Memphis

Where everybody talks the same

Those blue suede babies

All know my name



And I said hold tight

Can't you see it's hurting me

But I've got the buzz

Like Marlon Brando

Michael Valentine, can't we unite?



We ended up in North Dakota

Although my heart's in Mexico

My monequita

Abre tus ojos



With your new suit, and your black tie

Hold on, you're just a gambling man, all proper like

I broke to the right and I caught your eye

Shut your mouth and wave goodbye

Tonight, I ain't gonna let you rain on this parade



And I said hold tight

Can't you see it's hurting me

But I've got the buzz

Like Marlon Brando

Straight faced with misery tonight



And I will not lie when I say I ain't cold no more

But I've got the buzz

Like Greta Garbo

Walking forwards in the sun

And I've got a cold tale left to write



Well uh oh

I know he's gonna be there tonight