Jefferson Airplane - Young Girl Sunday Blues | Текст песни

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• Jefferson Airplane
• Young Girl Sunday Blues

I walk beside you laughing, and I'm high:
Don't try to touch me with words.
When I tell you I dream, it might seem like silence,
But so much can be heard.
I think of things that loving you brings,
Maybe my thing is her.

Today is made up of yesterday and tomorrow;
Young Girl Sunday Blues, and all her sorrow;

Ah, come into my mind.
Let yourself wander free and easy.
Ah, come into my life, Sunday blues girl,
Young and new girl.
You're the only true girl here
Can please me.
I said, please me, yeah!
Please me!
Please me!
Please me!