Sharpen my body like a pen. Come on I need to show it. Something too small for a lens. If I rub it if I wipe it. . Guiding with one single hand. Nothing's wrong you like the feeling.
Charlotta making lasagna. With Mia above the clouds. Charlotta making lasagna. With Mia above the clouds. But you could have waited. . You could have locked yourself up.
I was born and I was bred. I was reared and I was fed. Moved into the neighborhood. Where I was bad and I was good. . I fixed things for people there.
It's a funny old world for london girls.... . I woke up this morning and I don't know what for. With the final reminders coming through the door.. The place is a mess, the situation's dire.
I think I just recalled a time. It was not the moon and not the wine. And though you said you were a friend of mine. I never felt that way inclined. .
(kirsty maccoll). . Chaque journee dans la foret de mimosas. Dans le parking tous les amoureux. Ecoutez bien dans la foret de mimosas. L'air deborde de cris de coeur.
(Kirsty MacColl). . Chaque journee dans la foret de mimosas. Dans le parking tous les amoureux. Ecoutez bien dans la foret de mimosas. L'air deborde de cris de coeur.
It's only friction that causes all the sparks - they come between us and blow the world apart. it's only tension that I can't diffuse; you really made your mark, I've still got the bruise..
I wanna be a lounge dummy. And watch the world from my settee. Cos I'm so cute, they're so ugly. Remote control makes my heart bleed. Religion and beauty queens.
I'll call you up from a phone box-. Your light is in on, it's 3 o'clock. We'll go for a drive with the radio on. And you'll come alive to a forgotten song.
? ? ?. Only because she takes my loose change. And down the twisted course. I find myself tied to the reins. . This is the last song. This is the last song.
All I do is sleep all day and think of you. A memory of the cushion's life I'm clinging to. The image of a mutual one, our haven. The sombre chords of our song, the fading.
Summerchild that sits by the water. Weaving sunlight threads in his hands. The golden river that day a shelter. A stream where he could make pebbles dance.
Little kids playin' in the park downtown. Someone's dad is watching from the side of the ground. I'm followin' my shadow so I cross the street. Car passin' stereo, I like the beat.
Your eyes are cold. I know you'll tell me all. Not to fall. I lean against the wall. . I'm on the floor. Not listening anymore. I should have known. The things to which you're prone.
Your eyes are cold. I know you'll tell me all. Not to fall. I lean against the wall. . I'm on the floor. Not listening anymore. I should have known. The things to which you're prone.
Cant get no sleep becoming faithless. 50 fails deep. die tryin copy paste it. . spies on the low. cold as they play it. amuse my mind open minded while i erase it.
It's a long way back down a lonely road. And the cold hard facts make for a heavy load. The forgiveness you ask could heal your soul. But it's a long way back yeah it's a long way back.
Close the door and leave the world behind you. Open the window and listen to the breeze blow through the pines. Take a deep breath, what more can you do.
When I'm a breath away from going down. A step away from losing ground. And the price for love has come due. . And when I'm just barely hanging on. On the edge of too far gone.