Instrumenty
Ensembles
Opera
Kompozytorzy
Wykonawcy

Teksty: Number One Fan. Compromises. Don't Say Anything.


This is not working out,
I showed you the door just go
You ask just too much of me,
and if it's all the same to you I'll be alone

Don't say anything,
you'll win me back with three simple words
Don't try anything,
I need you now more than ever before my love

Before long I came crawling back,
it was me that was wrong all along
I just could not understand that you didn't even care I was gone

Don't say anything,
Words would only ruin the moment
Don't try anything,
Nothing now could tear us apart my love

You gave me my choices and I chose
Number One Fan