Tekster:
My Jeanine

Apples were her last name My Jeanine my Jeanine Each tree would ignite with blossom of white And apple her hair enflame My Jeanine my Jeanine Jeanine in jean

Oversættelse: Wilson, Brian. Min Jeanine.

orchard Apples were last name My Jeanine my Jeanine Each tree would ignite with blossoms of white And apple her hair enflame My Jeanine my Jeanine Jeanine in jean

got me running scared and blind Since you've walked out of my life out of my world please walk on out of my mind [ harmonica ] You've got footprints all over my

I don't want you anymore, I found somebody new I don't believe I'll take another chance on loving you I have found the sweetest love that I have ever

let me be the judge of what you've done and if I find You guilty I'd erase you from my heart and from my mind Talk is goin' over town that you my dear

eyes that stole him away Gray were the darks skies on that tragic day Black was the gun that I drew from my side Red fload the blood where's my false

remembers the pain Yet here I am listening with stars in my eyes you're telling me sweet lies again They're tender and soothing like a kiss to my heart

got my pride I've got my pride When the nights're cold and there's no one to hold I've got my pride I should have said forgive me dear but I've got my