Melissa Manchester - Pretty girls
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Whatever it is, it ll keep till morning.
Haven t we both got better things to do? Midnight blue.
Even though simple things become rough, haven t we had enough?
And I think we can make it. One more time, if we try.
One more time for all the old times.
For all the times you told me you need me,
Needing me now is something I could use. Midnight blue.
Wouldn t you give your hand to a friend? Maybe it s not the end.
And I think we can make it. One more time, if we try.
One more time for all the old times. Midnight blue.
I think we can make it. I think we can make it.
Wouldn t you give your hand to a friend? Think of me as your friend,
And I think we can make it. One more time, if we try.
One more time for all of the old old old times. Inne utwory
Shine like you should You should hear how she talks about you Caravan Come in from the rain La vie en rose Midnight bluemm Losowe utwory
Hey man why you always give me Attitude?
What I, what I ever Done to you?
If you got a bone to Pick
Step outside step Outside talk about it
But I talk with words man
I don t talk with my fists
I m sick of all this aggression
Hell you know I ve had enough...
I am a bright red Stingray, from 1968.
Think I got something here, you will appreciate.
We can go fast or go slow, anyway that you feel.
I can t wait to see your face, when you re behind the wheel.
Don t be nervous, don...
Ref:
W radiu grają gorący jazz.
Funkujący bas niesie przekaz.
W radiu grają gorący jazz.
Funkujący bas niesie przekaz.
Soul food is good.
Przestań jeść hot shit.
Soul food is good.
Zacznij korzennie żyć.
Życie darem jest, wiatrem, wodą, ogniem,
Dymem, lasem, lwem, we mnie wszystko,...
You took the path of least resistance and I ve gone from bad to worse.
They say that one man s blessing is another one s curse.
The sun shines softly on the ruins as I try to find my way.
You knew exactly what you were doin ,...
When i m on my own
and out of my mind
I realise how i ve grown,
and changed my old line
Learning how to give
and not be afraid,
of the place where i live
and mistakes i have made