Far away from the glory
Speciale for the weak and poor
This might open up a door
Or lift you up to a higher floor
First you got to kick it all
After a week you feel enough tall
Now you can hear the "Good lords" call
Love takes me high.
Love takse me low
Love makes me shy.
Oh I just love her so
True love the one
that you seek, eight days a week
Beer, vine, vodka,
brandy, whisky
You don't miss anything
It's much to risky
We have nothing
to fear
For you bastards
out there
You son's and bithces
Of the poor and
the riches
Everybody's hangover
Now the party is
over
Love takes me high.
Love takes me low
Love makes me shy.
Oh I just love her so
True love the one
that you seek, eight days a week.
Eight days a week.
Eight days a week
Love takes me…….
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