Testo The Drum - Brisa Roche

The Drum

You gotta choose your rock’n roll
You’re sure to make him go
But when, when will you find
Someone so warm
Someone so kind
You’re the chieftan of your show
You’re led just by the road
You’re tired and you know best
The way he tried to help you rest
Oh what a body, tanned by sun
Tall and lean
A body built by angels
Built to know just what I mean
He’s got to dance his moves alone
And make the floor his own
While I, I take my time
To beat the drum
And chase the dime
I told him yes then told him no
Left alone to ride the flow
But songs, at fall of night
Though I’m away, make it alright
Oh what a body, tanned by sun
Tall and lean
A body built by angels
Built to know just what I mean
You got to choose your rock’n roll
You’re sure to make him go
But when, when will you find
Someone so warm
Someone so kind
Oh what a body, tanned by sun
Tall and lean
A body built by angels
Built to know just what I mean
You got to choose your rock’n roll
Oh, oh, oh…