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Cliff Richard - Текст песни High Class Baby
Bye, bye, baby doll, I find you too high class
 I bought myself a ticket but you wonât let me pass
 This pink champagne and caviar are all very grand
 But I prefer just rocking to a rock ânâ roll band
 You find a joint thatâs a hoppinâ and a cat thatâs a boppinâ
 Thereâll be no stoppinâ me, wait and see
 Lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoe
 Honey, I soon lose the blues, bye, bye, my baby
 High class baby
 High class baby
 High class baby
 High class baby
 Well, go and find a rich man, put your arms around him
 Tell him that you love him and then go out and drown him
 Maybe with your riches, youâll find true happiness
 But Iâll stay here a-rocking âcause itâs what I love the best
 In a joint thatâs a hoppinâ and a cat thatâs a boppinâ
 Thereâll be no stoppinâ me, wait and see
 Lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoe
 Honey, I soon lose the blues, bye, bye, my baby
 High class baby
 High class baby
 High class baby
 High class baby
 High class baby
 High class baby
 High class baby
 High class baby
 Cliff Richard - High Class Baby - http://ru.motolyrics.com/cliff-richard/high-class-baby-lyrics.html
 Bye, bye, bye, bye, baby doll, I find you too high class
 I bought myself a ticket but you wonât let me pass
 This pink champagne and caviar are all very grand
 But I prefer just rocking to a rock ânâ roll band
 You find a joint thatâs a hoppinâ and a cat thatâs a boppinâ
 Thereâll be no stoppinâ me, wait and see
 Lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoe
 Honey, I soon lose the blues, bye, bye, my baby
 High class baby
 High class baby
 High class baby
 High class baby
 Youâve got sable mink and a Cadillac
 Believe me honey, youâre taking things too far
 You canât find a true love with a sack of gold
 Come on and love me, little honey, before you grow too old
 In a joint thatâs a hoppinâ and a cat thatâs a boppinâ
 And thereâll be no stoppinâ me, wait and see
 Lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoes
 Honey, I soon lose the blues, wait until you hear the news
 Youâre still my own true, my very own true
 Youâre still my high class, baby
 High class baby, high class baby, high class baby, high class baby
 (Baby, youâre so high class)
 High class baby, high class baby, high class baby, high class baby
 (Donât be mean to me, baby)
 High class baby, high class baby, high class baby, high class baby
 (Baby, youâre so high class, donât be mean, baby)

















