Cherry Neneh lyrics
Cherry Neneh lyrics
"Carry Me Lyrics"
Something To Do 345 Lyrics
My little girl Won't you come with me Come with me And tell me Is there something to do I'm going crazy with boredom Come with me Tell me Is there something to do
Who's that gigolo on the street
With his hands in his pockets and his crocadile feet
Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed
At the boys from home. They all came running
They were making noise, manhandling toys
That's the girls on the block with the nasty curls
Wearing padded bras sucking beers through straws
Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours?
Gigolo, Huh, sukka?
Chorus1:
Who's looking good today?
Who's looking good in every way?
No style rookie
You better watch don't mess with me
Chorus2:
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of.
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance<r /> So don't you get fresh with me
Get funky. Yeah Timmy.
Tell it like it is. Check out this DJ.
So you say you wanted money but you know it's never funny
When your shoes worn through and there's a rumble in your tummy
But you had to have style get a gold tooth smile
Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile
Committed a crime and went inside
It was coming your way but you had to survive
Now you're looking at me to take her place.
Chorus1
Smokin.' Not cokin.' Get funky sax.
Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch.
Looking good in a Buffalo Stance.
Looking good when it comes to the crunch
Looking good's a state of mind
State of mind don't look behind you
State of mind or you'll be dead
State of mind may I remind you-
My little girl Won't you come with me Come with me And tell me Is there something to do I'm going crazy with boredom Come with me Tell me Is there something to do
Who's that gigolo on the street
With his hands in his pockets and his crocadile feet
Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed
At the boys from home. They all came running
They were making noise, manhandling toys
That's the girls on the block with the nasty curls
Wearing padded bras sucking beers through straws
Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours?
Gigolo, Huh, sukka?
Put That Thing Down Lyrics
[Intro: Eightball] Yeah.. uhh J.E., Eightball and MJG Yeah, yeah [Chorus 2X: Jagged Edge] (MJG) I put my thing down, man we put that thing down (We put that thang down) And we be balli
Gigolo. Gigolo, Huh, sukka?[Intro: Eightball] Yeah.. uhh J.E., Eightball and MJG Yeah, yeah [Chorus 2X: Jagged Edge] (MJG) I put my thing down, man we put that thing down (We put that thang down) And we be balli
Chorus1:
Who's looking good today?
Who's looking good in every way?
No style rookie
You better watch don't mess with me
Chorus2:
No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of.
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance<r /> So don't you get fresh with me
Get funky. Yeah Timmy.
Tell it like it is. Check out this DJ.
So you say you wanted money but you know it's never funny
When your shoes worn through and there's a rumble in your tummy
But you had to have style get a gold tooth smile
Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile
Committed a crime and went inside
It was coming your way but you had to survive
Fremde Oder Freunde Lyrics
Hello again, du ich mchte dich heut noch sehn ich will dir gegenber stehn, viel zu lang war die Zeit uhuhuh uhuh, ich sag nur hello again, uhuhuh uhuh Ein Jahr lang war ich ohne dich, ich brauchte diese Z
When you lost your babe, you lost the raceHello again, du ich mchte dich heut noch sehn ich will dir gegenber stehn, viel zu lang war die Zeit uhuhuh uhuh, ich sag nur hello again, uhuhuh uhuh Ein Jahr lang war ich ohne dich, ich brauchte diese Z
Now you're looking at me to take her place.
Chorus1
Smokin.' Not cokin.' Get funky sax.
Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch.
Looking good in a Buffalo Stance.
Looking good when it comes to the crunch
Looking good's a state of mind
State of mind don't look behind you
State of mind or you'll be dead
State of mind may I remind you-