Tekster:
Blondie Blondie

The tide is high but I'm holding on I'm gonna be your number one I'm not the kinda girl who gives up just like that, oh no It's not the things you do

Once I had a love and it was a gas Soon turned out had a heart of glass Seemed like the real thing only to find Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind Once

Toe to toe, dancing very close Barely breathing, almost comatose Wall to wall, people hypnotized And they're stepping lightly Hang each night in rapture

I know a girl from a lonely street Cold as ice cream, but still as sweet Dry your eyes, Sunday Girl Hey, I saw your guy with a different girl Looks like

Hey, psst psst, here she comes now Oh, you know her Would you look at that hair? Yeah, you know her Check out those shoes She looks like she stepped

Oh oh, don't ya know? Don't wanna see ya any more Put up or shut up You spell, you read D O O R You got a big mouth, I'm happy to see Your foot is firmly

Leaning in your corner like a candidate for wax Sidewalk social scientist Don't get no satisfaction from your cigarette It's 10 to 10, time is running

Stars live in the evening But the very young need the sun Pretty baby, you look so heavenly A neo-nebular from under the sun I was forming, some say

One way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha One way or another I'm gonna win ya I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha