(GUITAR INTRO) some folks go to the motel and some folks go to the brush and some folks go for that funky thing and some folks go for the rush but I thought we had a real love filled with a common trust till your love slipped and I got hip now nothing ain't like it was and we're traveling on thin ice, baby thin ice, baby we're traveling on thin ice, baby, thin ice (HARP SOLO) (GUITAR SOLO) I'm giving up living that nightlife I'm giving up walking the street I'm giving up waiting for sunrise and the high-heeled sound of your feet and you said we had a rare wine with a taste so bittersweet but that's all wrong our good thing's gone it ain't like it used to be and we're traveling on thin ice, baby thin ice, baby yeah we're traveling on thin ice, baby thin ice thin ice, baby oh yeah, we're traveling on thin ice, baby, and ooh, we're traveling on thin ice, baby, and we're traveling on, thin ice, baby and we're traveling on, thin ice, baby aah we're traveling on, thin ice, baby aah we're traveling on, thin ice, baby ______________________________________________________________________ Lyrics are copyright 1975, Randle Chowning & Steve Cash Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com