in your measly little world Are you trying to prove that You're made out of gold and, eh, can't be sold So, are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced
your world wonders me, With your majestic and superior cackling hen Your people I do not understand, So to you I shall put an end And you'll Never
}-hmm, {sniff} Down, man (are) you experienced? {clap} Get experienced {clap} Get experienced Uh, get experienced {clap} Uh, get experienced {clap} (bv=[are] you experienced? ) Are you experienced? (bv={clap} are you experienced
, baby, if you'll please come home again you know i'll Kiss you for my supper, You know I'll kiss you for my dinner, yeah! But, ah, if you don't come
to do So let them laugh, laugh at me So just as long as I have you To see me through As long as I have you Waterfall Don't ever change your ways
measly little world, (-uh) are you tryin' to prove to that you're made out of gold and-uh, can't be sold So-uh, are you experienced? Have you ever been experienced
Oversettelse: Jimi Hendrix. Are You Experienced? - Jimi Hendrix, Jimi Hendrix Experience.
Oversettelse: Jimi Hendrix. Are You Experienced?.
Oversettelse: Jimi Hendrix. Are You Experienced.
with another man Huh! and that ain't cool Huh hey hoe, i heard you shot your mamma down You shot her down now Hey joe, i heard you shot your lady down You
now you?re seventeen You run around hangin? out And having your fun Life for you has just begun baby. And then you come sayin?: ?So you, you say you
me down They talk about me like a dog Talkin' about the clothes i wear But they don't realise they're the ones who's square Hey! And that's why You can
couldn't say what went through his mind Anyway, he left the world behind But everybody knows the same old story, In love and war you can't lose in glory Now you
: After all the jacks are in their boxes and the clowns have all gone to bed You can hear happiness staggering on down the street footsteps dressed in
go about gettin' it Feeling sweet feeling, Drops from my fingers, fingers Manic depression is catchin' my soul Woman so weary, the sweet cause in vain You make love, you
: Ah yeah! There's a red house over yonder, That's where my baby stays Lord, there's a red house over yonder Lord, there's where my baby stays I ain'
