I’ve got a bike. You can ride it if you like.
It’s got a basket, a bell that rings and
Things to make it look good.
I’d give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I’ll give you anything, ev’rything if you want things.
I’ve got a cloak. It’s a bit of a joke.
There’s a tear up the front. It’s red and black.
I’ve had it for months.
If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I’ll give you anything, ev’rything if you want things.
I know a mouse, and he hasn’t got a house.
I don’t know why. I call him Gerald.
He’s getting rather old, but he’s a good mouse.
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I’ll give you anything, ev’rything if you want things.
I’ve got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish. They’re on the dish.
You’re the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I’ll give you anything, ev’rything if you want things.
I know a room of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork.
Let’s go into the other room and make them work.
Benden selam olsun gül yüzlü Şah’a
Verdiği ikrarda durmuyor talip
Her kişi kendine sürek sürüyor
Rehberin buyruğun tutmuyor talip
Avret erin saymaz talip pirini
Faş ettiler erenlerin sırrını
Dört kitapta gördünüz mü yerini
Tarıksız tercuman biliyor talip
İçeri girince beli Hak derler
Dışarı çıkınca ikrar yok derler
Sen olmazsan mürşit olan çok derler
Verdiği ikrardan dönüyor talip
Haberini aldım bir nebbaşiden
Sen hiç korkmaz mısın ulu kişiden
Yüz katını tutmuş pazarbaşıdan
Artık alıp eksik satıyor talip
Pir Sultan Abdal’ım ben bir fukara
Talip boynun eğip durmuyor dara
Sınıklar sarılıp onulmaz yara
Görün ne dert ile ölüyor talip
Here’s a token of my openness
Of my need to not disappear
How I’m feeling, so revealing to me
I found my mind too clear
I just need someone to be there for.. me
I just want someone to be there for.. me
All the static in my attic-a
Shoots down my sciatic nerve
To the ocean of my platitudes
Longitudes, latitudes, it’s so absurd
I just need someone to be there for..
I just want someone to be there for..
Someone to be there for..
‘Cause I’ll stop trying to make a difference
I’m not trying to make a difference
I’ll stop trying to make a difference
No way
Ooh, let’s call in an angel
‘Cause I’ll stop trying to make a difference
I’m not trying to make a difference
I’ll stop trying to make a difference
No way
‘Cause I’ll stop trying to make a difference
I’m not trying to make a difference
I’ll stop trying to make a difference
No way
No way, no way
Let’s call in an angel
Who’s calling an angel?



