Текстове на песни: Tom Cochrane. Anthology 1980-1987. The Untouchable One.
See her by the corner, then she walks on by
Heads turn to meet her steely eyed
She's her own girl, her own design
She holds her head high, hides her scars just fine
She makes it work out
Makes me feel, makes me see
The untouchable one, look and see
She's on the outside, she's with me
She's been through a lot, you can tell
As hard as it gets baby, she holds it well
Don't try to change her, no, she will not bend
But if you get close to her, she'll be your special friend
And she, she makes it work out
She makes me feel, she makes me see
The untouchable one, look and see
She's on the outside and she's with me
She walks on by
You know she's walking with me
The untouchable one, look and see
She's on the outside and she's with me
And she, she makes it work out
Makes me feel, makes me see
The untouchable one, the untouchable one
She hides her scars real fine, she's her own design
The untouchable one, the untouchable one
The untouchable one, the untouchable one
Heads turn to meet her steely eyed
She's her own girl, her own design
She holds her head high, hides her scars just fine
She makes it work out
Makes me feel, makes me see
The untouchable one, look and see
She's on the outside, she's with me
She's been through a lot, you can tell
As hard as it gets baby, she holds it well
Don't try to change her, no, she will not bend
But if you get close to her, she'll be your special friend
And she, she makes it work out
She makes me feel, she makes me see
The untouchable one, look and see
She's on the outside and she's with me
She walks on by
You know she's walking with me
The untouchable one, look and see
She's on the outside and she's with me
And she, she makes it work out
Makes me feel, makes me see
The untouchable one, the untouchable one
She hides her scars real fine, she's her own design
The untouchable one, the untouchable one
The untouchable one, the untouchable one
Cochrane, Tom
Anthology 1980-1987
Cochrane, Tom
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