Desire, whispered, spoken in time, rivers, oceans That ain't me, babe, that ain't me, babe That ain't me babe I'm just content to relax than drown within
Oversettelse: DC Diskusjon. Desire 7 00.
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Whispered spoken In time Rivers oceans That ain't me babe I'm just content to relax Than drown within myself Of mind Sheltered broken Denied gifted stolen
Whispered spoken In time Rivers oceans That ain't me babe I'm just content to relax Than drown within myself Of mind Sheltered broken Denied gifted
I'm locked inside A land called foolish pride Where the man is always right He hates to talk but loves to fight Is that all right? On real cold days
) Ooh He pulls me closer All that I can do Is make sure that I?m breathing [CHORUS] My man irresistible My man know the way to go He got he got what I desire
ways to shine. Never be more than that desire- Keep me satisfied, so do something now just keep it going- Kardinal Offishall After I feel it, in places That I can't talk
eyes I was in control Of my soul on the whole Ooh, tell me what am I gonna do, about you Cool as a rule I wouldn't play nobody's fool But I keep on talking
I'm going Where I can see the sun rise I've been talking to my angel And he said that it's alright I've always had to run I don't know just why Desire
And that somebody needs you back! Listen! Not seventy- thirty, not sixty-forty, I'm talking about a fifty-fifty love, yeah! Not seventy- thirty, not sixty-forty, I'm talking
right does she act good? does she talk nice? does she dress cool? she's nobody's fool set her soul on fire and make love to your one desire love her..
Who criticize and talk shit so freely Fuck double XL, you're a size too small I should hire Eminem so we can kill you all Whether you live to talk shit
It's getting close to sundown over the Sierra Stranded on the heatwave burning with desire She was on the sidewalk looking for a night light We talked
rap: the boys we're just chillin' with Earth, Wind & Fire this is my desire talking 'bout culture I'm a vulture just like the beat chillin' with Earth
, yah, yah, do the Harlem polka She's got it Yeah baby, she's got it Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire What's your desire? Nasty, nasty boys don't
, yah, yah, do the Harlem polka She's got it, yeah baby, she's got it Well, I'm your Venus, I'm your fire What's your desire? Nasty, nasty boys don'
God never really did like man anyway At least not after they started walking around On their hind leg(s) And talking on the telephone Of course poor God
