Adam ant/marco pirroni Long ago in london town A man called ant sat deeply sighing...
He's got nothing but talent and time on his hands He loves his music, hangs...
It is said that all the good things Must come to him who can pretend...
Don't you ever stop Long enough to start Take your car out of that gear...
Bought this guitar At a shop called mars But on the way back home Strange...
Pussy willows cat tails Soft winds and roses Rainpools in...
Who are these ones who would lead us now To...
Rosanna makes my day begin With kisses for a king...
Down in the warm dark part of my heart you...
Pussywillows cat-tails soft winds and roses Rainpools in the woodland...
I don't believe in miracles if it's all the same...
Rosanna makes my day begin With kisses for a king...
All i can see is the sea and the sky...
Is it my imagination or is it my iron pride...
If it should please you, i have come to play...