Buzzcocks - 369
Tekst :
I guess it s not my lucky day today oh well
You ve been good to me
You make me feel so happy
Can t believe that I deserve it though
Love s more than the silly games you play oh no
Play it casually
No need to get a sweat on
At least not at the moment so
369 all the time
What s the meaning in the number
Somebody tell me
369 through my mind
All I m getting is a number
Somebody help me please
Take this bitter cup away from me oh oh
It takes two you know
So if you re feeling lonely
Why not start a conversation no no
Another bitter twist of irony ho ho
Not that easily
My heart is on the warpath
I don t need a reservation
369 all the time
What s the meaning in the number
Somebody tell me
369 through my mind
All I m getting is a number
Somebody help me
369 so sublime
All I m getting is a number
Somebody tell me
369 for the sixth time
What s this with that number
Somebody help me
Now that you know you have no one
But yourself to blame
No matter which way you look at it
It still looks the same
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I guess it s not my lucky day today oh well
You ve been good to me
You make me feel so happy
Can t believe that I deserve it though
Inne utwory
Give it to me All over you Hold me close You and i Nostalgia Fast cars Your love Waiting for love Harmony in my head Lester sands Driving you insane 16 Again Promises Morning after Losowe utwory
Been around the world but you ve never left home
seems so easy now you re all alone
can t stop you re running out again
well Times Square down to 14th Street
you pass a lifetime but there s no relief
can t stop you re running out
oh baby, can t you find a...
With all the fire set in our eyes
without a cornerstone to realize
that later on we ll build the pyre
and burn so easily well everyone but me
And soon we ll sing in better moods
a sigularity well everyone but you
they ll pull the nerves out through the pores
though bruised so easily the...
When I was young they gave me a mongrel piano,
Spent all my time inventing the cup of tea.
Writing your name in the sea,
Banging my favorite head.
Missing the last bed, waving the cheery herring,
Balancing brass bands on the tip of my toe.
Phoning your home...
Nocas je gusta tama
pokrila strast u nama
i zadnje zrno nade
sve je nestalo
Svako u svome svetu
vesto smo se krili
neka nam nebo sudi
sebicni smo bili ti i ja
Ref.
Za srecu nam malo treba
i uvek nam malo fali
to malo to sto treba
jedno drugom nismo dali
Za srecu nam malo treba
al samo to nismo znali
i...
Mistrzem przebrania chcesz być jak Phantomas
Kossakiem rapu arcydziełem widzieć każdy swój bohomaz
Toż to fantazja chora jak to czasem bywa kurwa
I tak wyjdzie szydło z wora jak dziwa na bulwar
Osobowość jest jak kaftan
Opina cię szczelnie i nie zdejmiesz jej sam man...