Teksty: Inxs. The Swing. Melting in The Sun.

I'm melting in the sun
And this is what they call the life
I suppose too much sun
Makes a desert Arab say
"And I really love this country"
There's a lot I wanna see

Great expectations
Of all we seem to be
And winner
And winner, winner

Do you wanna make a story up?
There's enough, it always seems
If it happened this morning
Tonight we'll see it on TV

Great expectations
Of all we seem to be
Great expectations
Of all we seem to be
And the winner
And the winner, winner

She was twelve and knew the world
Her boyfriend knew a dance to this
Everybody's got advice
Take a snake, take a ladder
This is what they call the life
I'm melting in the sun

Great expectations
Of all we seem to be
Great expectations
Of all we seem to be
And winner
And winner, winner