Tanita Tikaram Lyrics
Tanita Tikaram Lyrics
"Rock Me 'Til I Stop Lyrics"
Cover Your Rig Lyrics
If you been out messin' and actin' a fool You best be confessin' hey, don't be cruel. Just callin' attention you probably know Don't hold on to n
If you been out messin' and actin' a fool You best be confessin' hey, don't be cruel. Just callin' attention you probably know Don't hold on to n
One, two, three, four
In a little country [that sold it's soul]
You know there's no beauty
In being so cold and down
With a little contact and let go
You know there's no beauty
In being told no, no
(Chorus)
I can't afford
To break my heart
To being down on you
I
Far From Saved Lyrics
She said, "Bury me," On the brink of a tragedy, Always looking straight ahead Never saw this coming. She can't break free, On
can't affordShe said, "Bury me," On the brink of a tragedy, Always looking straight ahead Never saw this coming. She can't break free, On
To act so smart
While looking round for you
I can't afford
To take a warning voice
And keeping that voice well locked
And hoping the world won't [shock] to me
Rock me 'til I can not see ya
Oh, Rock me 'til I stop
With a little time to get wise
You know there's no
Slow Down Lyrics
Slow down You're not ready now Slow down You're not ready now I know what's on your mind and you know it just ain't right And I don'
beautySlow down You're not ready now Slow down You're not ready now I know what's on your mind and you know it just ain't right And I don'
When there's no surprising you
With a little [leather]
Just to turn you on
You know there's no beauty
When you're hiding from nothing
(Chorus)
Is your wonderful showery days
Sunny days roll into one
Is you wonderful, wonderful showery days
Sunny days, roll into one
Can't Make Me Lyrics
Can't make me pay attention, or tell the truth Can't make me do what you want, or brush my tooth Can't make me get there on time, or comb my hair
Can't make me pay attention, or tell the truth Can't make me do what you want, or brush my tooth Can't make me get there on time, or comb my hair
Making my words as one
Making my words as one to another
In the little [colour] of this little town
You know there's no beauty
In stealing the soul from us
With a little worry that you bearing down
You know there's no beauty
In staying around for us
(Chorus)