It's Alright Songtext
von Brisa Roché

One, two, three, four

Your prehistoric eyes
And the perfume on your neck
Were such the right surprise, yeah
You touched me there and back

Your captivating mind
And the pants so black and tight
I guess I must admit
I was looking for trouble alright, alright

I′m losing you like a halo, but it's alright
You′re losing me like a halo, but it's alright
I'm losing you like a halo, but it′s alright
You′re losing me like a halo, but it's alright


Your band-tee-shirt′s torn and your vinyl collection's stunning
You′re mad at me because it's clear that I′m not running
You seem to think that I have always been too lucky
Well, I can't be mad at you, for I am far far too lucky

I'm losing you like a halo, but it′s alright
You′re losing me like a halo, but it's alright
I′m losing you like a halo, but it's alright
You′re losing me like a halo, but it's alright

Hang on, rock stars
It′s alright, it's alright
Rock stars lose their haloes every night
Every night

I'm losing you like a halo, but it′s alright
You′re losing me like a halo, but it's alright
I′m losing you like a halo, but it's alright
You′re losing me like a halo, but it's alright