Regrets — текст песни (Eurythmics)

I`ve got a delicate mind
I`ve got a dangerous nature
And my fist collides
With your furniture
I`ve got a delicate mind
I`ve got a dangerous nature
And my fist collides
With your furniture
I`m an electric wire
And I`m stuck inside your head
I`m a hungry Mohican
I`ve got a razor blade smile
So don`t come near me
I`ve got a singular style
Fifteen senses
Are on my plate
All the things
You love to hate
I`m an electric wire
And I`m stuck inside your head
Where I go to no one knows
Find me where the cold wind blows
Regrets
Black is red and red is white
In this country I do what I like
Regrets
(That`s right that`s right..)