I wanna live a life without limits and denim
I wanna see the beach and the sea meeting the heaven
I wanna spin in the storm
I wanna leave my love alone
Whiskey!
I wanna drive my car so fast
I wanna smoke my last... cigarette
Baby!
take my hand, take me home
I'm looking for your name in this song
take me home, take my hand
I won't be around till next weekend
I wanna cal my girl, she's serving drinks in the room
Look at this swimming pool where we can see your naked son
Forget the karaoke bar
let me hum like your guitar
Whiskey!
The street lights glow green yeah!
the weekend screams my name... in my head!
Baby!
take my hand, take me home
I'm looking for your name in this song
take me home, take my hand
I won't be around till next weekend
take my hand, take me home
the sand in my feet, your favorite zone
take undies off, take my hands
I left my love with you on this weekend
Ada Kayama composes songs and this blog is a base in which she posts lyrics made by herself.
Showing posts with label party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label party. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Sunday, January 5, 2014
It's Not Love At All
For a while, I'm feeling well
but the time is changing and fleeting
one second and my heart begins to swell, you know
I can't spell but it's not love
It's not love at all
It's not love
It's not love at all when it puts me down
Dress your best coat and pick me up, buddy
midnight won't be a limit for us
I hope you've forgotten her lipstick in that glass
'Cause I ain't gonna undress myself to play chess
or for love, or for love, you know
if so, take your things and begone!
even though this home is yours...
I'd already felt like this before
and the first moment you've kissed me
my whorish head was confused and sore
why you said you didn't love me?
It's not love at all
it wasn't love
it wasn't love
Even you'd buy me a car
or an one-billion dollars guitar
it wouldn't be love
not love at all...
but the time is changing and fleeting
one second and my heart begins to swell, you know
I can't spell but it's not love
It's not love at all
It's not love
It's not love at all when it puts me down
Dress your best coat and pick me up, buddy
midnight won't be a limit for us
I hope you've forgotten her lipstick in that glass
'Cause I ain't gonna undress myself to play chess
or for love, or for love, you know
if so, take your things and begone!
even though this home is yours...
I'd already felt like this before
and the first moment you've kissed me
my whorish head was confused and sore
why you said you didn't love me?
It's not love at all
it wasn't love
it wasn't love
Even you'd buy me a car
or an one-billion dollars guitar
it wouldn't be love
not love at all...
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Dance Fast a Little
Dance fast a little, bubble man
Dance fast a little, shuttle bus
Find out your little hero, I pretend
to show you what's real, at glamour
when the lights glow around, my soul
wants to come outside to love
turn your highlights on for me
learn to earn money, earn your diamonds
Let's shake that floor with odd positions
amaze the rich guys throughout the disco
DJ, let my music playing all night, struggle
as long as I kiss my former in the line
of the bathroom
It's half to midnight
our lives will start!
Dance fast a little, bubble man
Dance fast a little, shuttle bus
Find out your little hero, I pretend
to show you what's real, at glamour
Dance fast a little, bubble man
Dance fast a little, shuttle bus
We're the owners of V.I.P. area
Drinks drive us freak and immaterial
Play with my stick, I won't let you down
I'll be your sexy, addicted bunny
Give me your guitar, I'll throw it to the crowd
you know I'll forget your number till Sunday
Dance fast a little, bubble man
Dance fast a little, shuttle bus
Find out your little hero, I pretend
to show you what's real, at glamour
You know we don't need to care
about tomorrow somewhere
But if you supose you need to
I don't give a fuck, and fuck you!
and fuck ya!
Dance fast a little, bubble man
Dance fast a little, shuttle bus
Find out your little hero, I pretend
to show you what's real, at glamour
Dance fast a little, bubble man
Dance fast a little, shuttle bus
We're the owners of V.I.P. area
Drinks drive us freak and immaterial
Dance fast a little, bubble man
Dance fast a little, shuttle bus
Find out your little hero, I pretend
to show you what's real, at glamour
Dance fast a little, shuttle bus
Find out your little hero, I pretend
to show you what's real, at glamour
when the lights glow around, my soul
wants to come outside to love
turn your highlights on for me
learn to earn money, earn your diamonds
Let's shake that floor with odd positions
amaze the rich guys throughout the disco
DJ, let my music playing all night, struggle
as long as I kiss my former in the line
of the bathroom
It's half to midnight
our lives will start!
Dance fast a little, bubble man
Dance fast a little, shuttle bus
Find out your little hero, I pretend
to show you what's real, at glamour
Dance fast a little, bubble man
Dance fast a little, shuttle bus
We're the owners of V.I.P. area
Drinks drive us freak and immaterial
Play with my stick, I won't let you down
I'll be your sexy, addicted bunny
Give me your guitar, I'll throw it to the crowd
you know I'll forget your number till Sunday
Dance fast a little, bubble man
Dance fast a little, shuttle bus
Find out your little hero, I pretend
to show you what's real, at glamour
You know we don't need to care
about tomorrow somewhere
But if you supose you need to
I don't give a fuck, and fuck you!
and fuck ya!
Dance fast a little, bubble man
Dance fast a little, shuttle bus
Find out your little hero, I pretend
to show you what's real, at glamour
Dance fast a little, bubble man
Dance fast a little, shuttle bus
We're the owners of V.I.P. area
Drinks drive us freak and immaterial
Dance fast a little, bubble man
Dance fast a little, shuttle bus
Find out your little hero, I pretend
to show you what's real, at glamour
Labels:
dance,
dancefloor,
disco,
glamour,
guitar,
highlights,
party,
Sex
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