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[nattydread]

Beautiful South - Perfect 10

She's a perfect 10, but she wears a 12
Baby keep a little 2 for me
She could be sweet 16, bustin' out at the seams
It's still love in the first degree

When he's at my gate, with a big fat 8
You wanna see the smile on my face
And even at my door, with a poor poor 4
There ain't no man can replace

'Cause we love our love,
in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight

If he's extra large well I'm in charge
I can work this thing on top
If he's XXL well what the hell
Every penny don't fit the slot

The anorexic chicks, the model 6
They don't hold no weight with me
Well 8 or 9, well that's just fine
But I like to hold something I can see

'Cause we love our love,
in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight

I've bought a watch, to time your beauty
But I've had to fit a second hand
I've bought a calendar, and every month
Is taken up by lover man

'Cause we love our love,
in different sizes
I love her body, especially the lies
Time takes it's toll, but not on the eyes
Promise me this, take me tonight

[nattydread]

the murmurs - I´mess

I'm such a drag wish that I could disappear
I just smoked myself right into this chair
I've had no revelations
Got no future plans
So many expectations and no one understands

I'm a mess, I'm a mess
I'm a mess, I'm a mess

I ruin everything it's never enough
Got a tired after ego that's always giving up
I used to be the girl that everybody loved
And now I'm just too much
And through the rain

I'm a mess, I'm a mess
I'm a mess, I'm a mess

And I'm crying all the time
How bad can it be?
I wish that I was dead, temporarily

I'm a mess

I'm bored with myself
I'm tired of this life
I'm falling apart
Can't even take advice
I'm so gone, I need my prescription to relax
Now I'm wasted like the rest

I'm a mess, I'm a mess

[Lady in red]

You Are My Home

Chayanne & Vanessa Williams

All of my life
I've been searching
For someone to find me
I have been looking
Waiting for your arms
To hold me
You took me
In from the cold
And out of the dark
You have taken me
Into your heart

You are my home
You are the one that I come to
You are the shelter I run to
To keep me safe from the cold
You are my home
You are the love
That completes me
You are the touch
That has freed me
I look in your eyes
And I know
You're my home
You're my home
You were the light in the window
When I couldn't find my way
You led my heart to
A warm tender place
Here beside you

You're where I always will be
And you're where I belong
I've been looking for you
For so long

You are my home
You are the one that I come to
You are the shelter I run to
To keep me safe from the cold
You are my home
You are the love
That completes me
You are the touch
That has freed me
Now I look in your eyes
And I know
You're my home

And I'll never be alone

You are my home
You are the one that I come to
You are the shelter I run to
To keep me safe from the cold
You are my home
You are the love
That completes me
You are the touch
That has freed me
Now I look in your eyes
And I know
You're my home

You never have to be alone
Be alone, baby
Baby, you're my home
Never have to be alone
Never have to be alone, babe
I look in your eyes
Te miro a los ojos
Y me haces sentir
You're my home
You're my home

[visanthia]

Eros Ramazzotti





Se bastasse una canzone


Se bastasse una bella canzone a far piovere amore
si potrebbe cantarla un milione un milione di volte
bastasse giá, bastasse giá
non ci vorrebbe poi tanto a imparare ad amare di piů...

Se bastasse una vera canzone per convincere gli altri
si potrebbe cantarla piů forte visto che sono in tanti
fosse cosi, fosse cosi
non si dovrebbe lottare per farsi sentire di piů...

Se bastasse una buona canzone a far dare una mano
si potrebbe trovarla nel cuore senza andare lontano
bastasse giá, bastasse giá
non ci sarebbe bisogno di chiedere la carita

Dedicato a tutti quelli che sono allo sbando
dedicato a tutti quelli che non hanno avuto ancora niente
e sono ai margini da sempre
dedicato a tutti quelli che stanno aspettando
dedicato a tutti quelli che rimangono dei sognatori
per questo sempre piů da soli...

Se bastasse una grande canzone per parlare di pace
si potrebbe chiamarla per nome aggiungendo una voce
e un’altra poi, e un’altra poi
finché diventa di un solo colore piů vivo che mai.

Dedicato a tutti quelli che sono allo sbando
dedicato a tutti quelli che hanno provato a inventare
una canzone per cambiare
dedicato a tutti quelli che stanno aspettando
dedicato a tutti quelli che venuti su con troppo vento
quel tempo gli č rimasto dentro
in ogni senso
hanno creduto cercato e voluto che fosse cosi... che fosse cosi...
hanno creduto cercato e voluto che fosse cosi...