Danger Danger - Hard
Tekst :
Empty canvas in her head painted black or blue or red
Cause she don’t care picture perfect little world broke the spirit of the girl
Now she don’t care
He left, he left, and she took it hard
Empty chamber in the gun maybe next time it’s the one, but he don’t care
He was much too proud to let her see him cry
Now he ain’t too proud to let her see him die
Cause he don’t care
She left, she left, and he took it hard
(left)
He left
Cold words
Suffer
Their love
Freedom
Broken
You live
Hello
(left & right)
Daddy left my little girl
Left her all alone
Always thought she was the reason
Daddy had to go
She lives with the pain
She hides her fear in shame
And I just want to be the one
To make it go away
I see her drownin’ and it kills me
Cause I can t save her
(right)
She cried
Goodbye
Inside
Denied
Is pain
The chain
Your lie
Goodbye
She left, she left, and he took it hard
Inne utwory
Nobody cares Drivin sideways Crawl Boys will be boys Feels like love Horny S.O.B Naughty naughty Get your shit together One step from paradise Monkey business Wide awake and dead Mother mercy Punching bag Find your way back home Beat the bullet Under the gun Slipped her the big one Helicopter I still think about you Losowe utwory
Stay away from people made from plastic in a mold,
And keep your stamped ideas inside your head untold,
Because I, I, I, baby am protecting you,
Yes, against the kind of things that other people do.
I, baby, am protecting you Cause I m...
Goodbye black butterfly
You can take those perfect wings
Into outer space
Cos there s no place left in this blood
For your restless fluttering
Your sleepless ways
Black butterfly flutter me by
Kick a little bitter into the night
Spark of the stars leaving on my heart
Trying to be good by you
Alright, alright
Salt breeze rose city...
Michael:
It used to be daylight
It used to be sun
It used to be happynese
Together we have fun
It used to be love
It used to be friends
It used to be the only one
But now the glory...
Brown dirt, stickin to my fingers
Brown dirt, clingin to my feet
Brown dirt, Mississippi bottom land
Pickin that cotton for the man down the street
Brown dirt, raisin his vegetables
Brown dirt, growin his grass
Brown dirt, walkin down the pathway
Pickin that cotton now I hope it is...
[Chorus]
Ooh la la la la la
My skin is gettin wet
My clothes is comin off
Ooh la la la la la
Too many on the floor
The club is gettin hot [2x]
[Verse 1]
He wants to step but
I m not impressed but
I took his hand...