The Best Thing - текст песни
The Best Thing
I was his foreigner And he was mine. We ate on terraces And drank the cheapest wine. And he believed in me Down by the serpentine. How was I to know It was the best thing To come along for a long time.
I turned the page And saw three children with smiles. I looked to see What I could make of the youngest child. And as she blew the candles out She turned five. How was I to know It was the best thing To come along for a long time.
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