America - On target

Tekst :

I hear a car, I hope it s yours
I hear the phone, I hope it s you
It seems I spend most half my life waiting
For the things Ill never do

When you were here, in love with me
There was so much (so much, so much) I couldn t see
And I watched you home believing
That you would never leave

Now I can t stand to be without you
Im burning for one more kiss
I dream every night about you
Sometimes Im on target, sometimes I seem to miss you

Night after night I lie awake
Wondring how long its gonna take
Till I hold you close beside me
And share the love we make

cause I can t stand to be without you
I can t take much more of this
I dream every night about you
Sometimes I m on target, sometimes I seem to miss you

Ah, oh baby turn your heart around
Ah, (oo) baby turn your heart around
Di, di, di, di, di, di
Ah, (come back, da, da, da) baby turn your heart around (oh)
(whom I gonna run to) di, di, di, di, di, di
Ah, (come back, da, da, da) let me turn your heart around (oh)
(whom I gonna run to) di, di, di, di, di, di
Ah, (come back, da, da, da) baby turn your heart around (oh)
(whom I gonna run to) di, di, di, di, di, di ...

Inne utwory

  • Mad dog
  • Never be lonely
  • 1960
  • Tin man
  • Hollywood
  • Hope
  • Catch that train
  • Hidden talent
  • Now sue
  • One morning
  • Only game in town
  • You girl
  • Daisy Jane
  • Old man took
  • Goodbye
  • Slow down
  • Moment to moment
  • Someday woman
  • Moon song
  • Losowe utwory

    Estate in citta

    La regola d’oro c’è
    Per i cuori naufraghi
    È scritta in ogni manuale di sopravvivenza
    Abbiamo distratto un po’
    Le nostre abitudini
    Come sorpresi dal gioco di essere vivi

    Senza lo stress di dire qualcosa di nuovo
    Ce ne stiamo a parlare...

    Dig

    Dig bury me underneath
    Everything that I am rearranging
    Dig bury me underneath
    Everything that I was slowly changing

    I would love to beat the face,
    Of any mother fucker that s thinkin they can change me,
    White knuckles grip pushing through...

    Julie

    A to the L to the I to the G-sy
    J to the U to the L I easy
    S to the H A double-G-sy Y
    Oh, boys getting busy

    A to the L to the I to the G-sy
    J to the U to the L I easy

    Absolutely wrong

    VERSE 1
    At night we talk in hushed tones on the telephone
    Laughing softly as the wine goes down
    Planning our adventures and our rendezvous
    Just me and you, somehow

    VERSE 2
    We re meeting in a place we know we won t...

    Fuck wit dre day

    Yeah, hell yeah. Know what I m sayin ? Yeah...
    Mister Buster, where the fuck ya at?
    Can t scrap a leg, so I know ya got your gat.
    Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs.
    The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
    Don...