| Lyrics: | Mister Iceberg hold in his north hand
A girl colour of sand
And in his south hand
A
no-woman's land,
Mister Iceberg has a heart of stone,
He wants to be left alone,
North
and south his eyes
She's his sacrifice.
Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg, Mister
Iceberg
Likes to make love on the rocks
Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg, Mister
Iceberg
Likes his little girls in socks.
Mister Iceberg hold in his north hand
A girl
colour of sand
And in his south hand
A no-woman's land,
Mister Iceberg's tired of his
game,
Let her go they're all the same,
She's his interlude for the attitude
Mister
Iceberg, Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg
Likes to make love on the rocks
Mister Iceberg,
Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg
Likes his little girls in socks.
Mister Iceberg holds in his
north hand
A girl colored of sand
And in his south hand
A no-woman's land,
Mister
Iceberg has a heart of stone,
He wants to be left alone,
North and south his eyes
She's
his sacrifice.
Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg
Likes to make love on the
rocks
Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg
Likes his little girls in
socks.
Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg
Mister Iceberg, Mister Iceberg, Mister
Iceberg.... |
