Red — текст песни (Bette Midler)

I read that its all black and white.

Oooh, the spectrum made a shade I like!

Ooh, those crinsom rays of ruby bright.

Ah! the technicolor li-i-ight!



Red! red! I want red!

Theres no substitute for red!

Red! paint it red!

Green aint mean compared to red!



You dont know what it does to me.

Yeah, that crimson sin intensity!

Im haunted by the mystery of red, red, red!



Red! red knocks em dead!

Some like it hot-tah!

I like it red!



Reds my lover, got me covered!

Reds my number and hes a commer!

Reds my drummer. I hear his thunder!

Move over, brother!

Red is a mother!

Hes a mother!



Red! red knocks em dead!

Red, red, red, red!

Red! red! I want red!

Move over, brother!

Move over, brother!



Go bop-bop, go bop-bop.

Go bop-bop, go bop! ahhh!

Go bop-bop, go bop-bop.

Go bop-bop, go bop! uhh! ahhh!

Uhh! ahhh! uhh! ahhh!

Uhh! uhhh!



Whoa! red! red! I want red!

Thats what I said! thats what I said!

Gimme red, red, cause I want red!

Some like it hot, I like it red!

Red! red! I want red!

Gimme red! gimme, gimme, gimme!

Gimme red, red! I want red!

Some like it hot, I like it red!



Red! red! I want red!

Move over brother, move over brother!

Red! red! red! I want red!

Red!

Gimme red!

Gimme red!

Gimme red!

Gimme red, red, red!