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Portobello Road [Mono Single Version][#][*] by Cat Stevensالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Portobello Road [Mono Single Version][#][*] by Cat Stevens

     

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Getting hung up all day on smiles
Walking down portobello road for miles
Greeting strangers in Indian boots,
Yellow ties and old brown suits
Growing old is my only danger

Cuckoo clocks, and plastic socks
Lampshades of old antique leather
Nothing looks weird, not even a beard
Or the boots made out of feathers

I'll keep walking miles til i feel
A broom beneath my feet
Or the hawking eyes of an old stuffed bull across the street

Nothings the same if you see it again
It'll be broken down to litter
Oh, and the clothes
Everyone know that that dress will never fit her

Getting hung up all day on smiles
Walking down portobello road for miles
Greeting strangers in Indian boots,
Yellow ties and old brown suits
Growing old is my only danger

Cuckoo clocks, and plastic socks
Lampshades of old antique leather
Nothing looks weird, not even a beard
Or the boots made out of feathers

I'll keep walking miles 'til i feel
A broom beneath my feet
Or the hawking eyes of an old stuffed bull across the street

Nothing's the same if you see it again
It'll be broken down to litter
Oh, and the clothes
Everyone know that that dress will never fit her

Getting hung up all day on smiles
Walking down portobello road for miles
Greeting strangers in Indian boots,
Yellow ties and old brown suits
Growing old is my only danger

Writer : ISLAM, YUSUF/FOWLEY, KIM
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

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