Trader Horne
Sheena
Sheena, oh SheenaJust came in from MontereyEvery night and dayI've been going crazySheena, oh SheenaSteel guitar and saxophoneWho would like to knowWho she's taking home?I'm playing the piano'Til my fingers' like bananasBut I want to goBut I have to keep up playingThrough the day and through the wallAnd the through back door homeSheena, Sheena, oh SheenaBurgundy and BeaujolaisAnd when Sheena stayShe throws her pants awayI'm playing the piano'Til my fingers' like bananasAnd it hurts me soLetras de cancionesBut I have to keep up playingThrough the day and through the wallAnd the through back way homeSheena, oh SheenaGoing back to MontereyBy this time todayI should be far awayNo more playing the pianoAnd my fingers' like bananasI got up to goBut I have to keep up playingThrough the day and through the wallAnd just to end my doorSheena, oh SheenaSheena, oh Sheena
From Letras Mania