Alexis Strum - Bad haircut
Tekst :
You know I don’t need thisYou’re falling to pieces
A knife edge - no wonder!
No stone to roll under
Don’t want you…
You’re almost like a bad haircut
That wont grow out
You’re almost like a joke candle
That won’t blow out
And I’m going out my head
Trying to work it out
Why I’m still in love with you
You know all my secrets
I know all your defects
A wreck to recover
I’m not getting younger
Don’t want you…
You’re almost like a bad haircut
That won t grow out
You’re almost like a joke candle
That won’t blow out
And I’m going out my head
Trying to work it out
Why I’m still in love with you
I’m not meant to see this
It hurts me the deepest,
Pretending to mother
I won t even bother
To mould you…
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
La la love on my mind
La la la la la la… (x2)
Mhmm...
You’re the la love of my life
One way ticket and of life to live
Pockets full of sunshine
Lots of...
Mhmm...
You’re the la love of my life
One way ticket and of life to live
Pockets full of sunshine
Lots of...
Spetacular
Saw you in my computer
Never seen no one cuter
???
You got me in a stupor
You are something quite spectacular
I ll give you all my dollar
To have your hand tomorrow
In my heart I holler
I m gonna have you follow
You are something quite spectacular
...
Never seen no one cuter
???
You got me in a stupor
You are something quite spectacular
I ll give you all my dollar
To have your hand tomorrow
In my heart I holler
I m gonna have you follow
You are something quite spectacular
...
Serdeczny mój
Tak czekał na ten dzień - wymalował sień,
biały szal mi dał - bo się żenić chciał,
a ja - ha, ha, ha, a ja - ha, ha!
Z tatusiem moim pił, garnitury szył,
zacny byłby zięć, na dom dawał pięć,
a ja - ha, ha, ha, a ja -...
biały szal mi dał - bo się żenić chciał,
a ja - ha, ha, ha, a ja - ha, ha!
Z tatusiem moim pił, garnitury szył,
zacny byłby zięć, na dom dawał pięć,
a ja - ha, ha, ha, a ja -...
Happy now
Now, don t just walk away
Pretending everything s ok
And you don t care about me
And I know there s just no use
When all your lies become your truths and I don t care... yeah, yeah, yeah
Could you look me in the eye
And tell me that you re happy now,...
Pretending everything s ok
And you don t care about me
And I know there s just no use
When all your lies become your truths and I don t care... yeah, yeah, yeah
Could you look me in the eye
And tell me that you re happy now,...
Brazil
Ooh next time I see you, I ll be singing in Brazil
Misty land of music where the feet are never still
And pretty senhoritas dressed up for the kill
They ll be glad that you re coming to Brazil, yeah, me too
So glad that...
Misty land of music where the feet are never still
And pretty senhoritas dressed up for the kill
They ll be glad that you re coming to Brazil, yeah, me too
So glad that...