ABC - Rolling Sevens Lyrics
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Rolling Sevens
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What Are The Lyrics For Rolling Sevens By ABC?
I was tired of letting her
Taking me for what she could get Smoking me down Like her last cigarette See luck's a dime in dozen In a thousand different places Every country cousin's Holding five sweet aces All of a sudden Love shines down on me Kissing you is like the angels kissing heaven When I roll those dice, I swear I'm rolling sevens I'll do whatever you want, whatever you say Everything's going our way Poets and philosophers Can say what they like But they've never been to your place After the clock strikes midnight Zooming in on you Pulled me into focus All the wild cards Start turning into jokers All of a sudden Love shines down on me Kissing you is like the angels kissing heaven When I roll those dice, I swear I'm rolling sevens, sevens I'll do whatever you want, whatever you say Everything's going our way, yeah Kissing you is like the angels kissing heaven When I roll those dice, I swear I'm rolling sevens I'll do whatever you want, whatever you say Everything's going our way, yeah Rolling sevens, rolling sevens, rolling sevens Our way, yeah, rolling sevens, rolling sevens, yeah One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, seven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, seven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, seven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, seven, seven |
Who Wrote Rolling Sevens By ABC?
Martin Fry, Glenn Gregory, Keith Lowndes
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