(Matthias Jabs, Herman Rarebell)
|
I saw this girl walking down the street
|
I thought, oh yeah, she looks rather neat
|
I grabbed my chance and played my usual game
|
I tell you man, it can be a strain
|
|
She didn't wanna know what I'd got to say
|
Just shook her head and looked the other way
|
And then she said, I've met your type before
|
For me you're all the same, you're such a bore
|
|
Oh no, don't make no promises
|
Oh no, your body can't keep
|
|
Next day, can you believe, she was at the show
|
She said, hey man, you're great and she took me home
|
She started to undress, what a shock to see
|
Padded bra, blonde wig, not much left for me
|
|
Oh no, don't make no promises
|
Oh no, your body can't keep
|
|
Oh no, don't make no promises
|
Oh no, your body can't keep
|
|
Oh no, don't make no promises
|
Oh no, your body can't keep
|
|
Oh no, don't make no promises
|
Oh no, your body can't keep
|
|
-----------------
|
Don't Make No Promises (Your Body Can't Keep)
|
| The Scorpions |
