(chorus). Baby I like it. Baby I like it when you move that way. I like it. Baby I like it when you move that way. . Baby won't you tell me what it takes to be your man.
So you sailed away. Into a grey sky morning. Now I'm here to stay. Love can be so boring. . Nothing's quite the same now. I just say your name now. . But it's not so bad.
Well I've been out here diggin' a hole,. And the madder I get the deeper I go,. Maybe you're thinkin' I'm a fool,. Well maybe I'm diggin' this hole for you,.
I wake up in the morning full of dread. Trying to remember what I said. I say that I won't call you. And I mean it every time. Until I cross that Bourbon borderline.
If he don't dream 'bout you night after night. If you don't think that he's treatin' you right. If he don't worship the ground that you walk on. It's easy to see somethin's wrong.
Blue, songs are like tattoos. You know I've been to sea betore. Crown and anchor me. Or let me sail away. Blue, here is a song for you. Ink of a pin. Underneath the skin.
It was late one night in the pale moonlight. all the vegetables gave a spree. they put up a sign said the dance is at 9. and all the admissions were free.
Verse:. Changing your mind, all of the time. living a lie, you know I'd never take it. waiting for signs, you'll never find. fighting the tide, well, life is what you make it.
Verse:. In the night I feel you linger. on the tip of every thought. striking down all my defences. storming through and pouring out. cause in the dark you drag me down... again!.
I see the real you. You put me in my place. Close to perfection. You're outta control, you're outta control. . Pardon me, I feel the need to scream. I'm ill stuck in the chemical abyss.
How does it feel to treat me like you do. When you've laid your hands upon me and told me who you are. I thought I was mistaken , I thought I heard your words.
Let the camera pull back till the fullness of the frame is clear and plain. Peer into the screen until you see it all like a vision in a crystal ball.
'36 hudson in the garage,. all sorts of junk in the unattached spare room,. dishes in the kitchen sink,. new straw for the old broom,. friends who dont have a clue,.
Come hard through the fog blindfolded and bound. Till we stand at the edge of a hole in the ground. We hold hands and we jump and as we fall we sing. Paupers heralding the walls of the castle going to meet the king.
The year 1963. The people's president. Was taken away by security men. All dressed in a uniform. The brutality, brutality. Oh no, my, my black president.
I know the key to secrets never told, they're hidden in your soul. Feelings you hide never wanting me to find they've always been mine. Release all the madness within let it all begin.
You come out at night. That's when the energy comes. And the dark side's light. And the vampires roam. You strut your rasta wear. And your suicide poem.
It would be if it could be, so wonderful if we succeed. Your warmth and your words found a place in my world and breathed new life in. . We come from the brink of destruction.
Are we just drops of rain. Falling for a little while. Playing hard we lose and gain. Trying to hold on to what matters. . Till the end. . I keep walking forward.
Blue, songs are like tattoos. You know I've been to sea betore. Crown and anchor me. Or let me sail away. Blue, here is a song for you. Ink of a pin. Underneath the skin.