Текст Connie Francis – Promises, Promises

Promises, promises
I’m all through with promises, promises now
I don’t know how I got the nerve to walk out
If I shout, remember I feel free

Oh, promises, promises
This is where those promises, promises end
I don’t pretend that what was wrong can be right
Every night I sleep now, no more lies
Things that I promised myself fell apart
But I found my heart

Oh, promises, their kind of promises, can just destroy a life
Oh, promises, those kind of promises, take all the joy from life
Oh, promises, promises, my kind of promises
Can lead to joy and hope and love
Yes, love!