Instrumenty
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Opera
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Wykonawcy

Teksty: Pretenders. Sense of Purpose.

Everybody chokes when they see someone cut down in their prime
It may not show when you look at me but I know I?m in mine
I?m potent, baby, I?m potent, dangerous to the naked eye
Rest your head on this bed of mother?s pride and find out why

Don?t you wanna take me home?
Don?t you wanna take me home?

Give me a sense of purpose
A real sense of purpose now
Give me a sense of purpose
A real sense of purpose now

Bully boys don?t bother me, I purse my lips and they run away
Guys like you who are gentle and true
Don?t come around here everyday
I?m potent, baby, I?m potent, Just one swing of me
Would get most guys smashed
But a drop of yours makes me stagger and swerve
I guess, I?m outclassed

Everybody chokes when they see someone cut down in their prime
Take this plea to your heart, lift me in mine

One, two, three, four

Don?t you wanna take me home?
Don?t you wanna take me home?

Baby, give me a sense of purpose
A real sense of purpose now
Give me a sense of purpose
A real sense of purpose now

Give me a sense of purpose
A real sense of purpose now
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Give me a sense of purpose
A real sense of purpose now

Let's get out on here now, let's go