Gaate chale gaye
There's a cold wind blowing Downtown tonight Oh, I'm all done Walking around, I don't feel right I'm so used to feeling warm Having you hanging on my
Hey let's party let's get down Let's turn the radio on this is the meltdown Get out the camera take a picture The drag Queens and the freaks are all out
I feel good, it's a fine day The way the sun hits off the runway A cloud shifts, the plane lifts She moves on But feel the bite whenever you believe
Infatuation, she's a fatal attraction hang around, screw up my mind I hope I've seen her for the very last time Danger's intriguing but I don't want
So lately, been wondering Who will be there to take my place When I'm gone, you'll need love To light the shadows on your face If a greater wave shall
Radio play just depresses me today Why is it so throw away? Lists that you write just to classify this tripe When clearly it all sounds the same Well
Paul coates / bernie hanighen If you were mine I could be a ruler of kings And if you were mine I could do such wonderful things I'd say to a star Stop
What is this going to get us? Where are we heading in? When do we start to live, dear? When do we really begin? What is this going to get us? Hanging
I'm gonna get you, I'm gonna get you I'll make you love me wait and see Both day and night and night and day You're gonna see a lot of me I'm gonna haunt
Letting loose the lunatics wasn't the greatest of ideas Giving them plans and money to squander Should have been the worst of our fears The dream life
Understand, once he was a family man So surely I would never, ever go through it first hand Emulate all the shit my mother hated I can't help but demonstrate
I got a short attention span Can't sit around couch potato land I wanna do all kinds of stuff Talking about it's not enough I wanna go to the extreme
"If You're Gonna Jump" From the 2005 Album: Perfecto Presents.. the Club Paul Oakenfold Feat. Natasha Bedingfield Composers: Andrew Marcus Frampton,
[Dialogue Written by Quentin Tarantino] VINCENT Want some bacon? JULES Naw, man, I don't eat pork. VINCENT Are you Jewish? JULES I ain't Jewish, I
a tossed feeling that usher had
A LONG DAY CONTINUES Until tomorrow The only voice was far away Until tomorrow The only sound was my mistake Until tomorrow It's all that I can say
