Natasha Thomas - These words

Tekst :

Threw some chords together
The combination D-E-F
Is who I am, is what I do
No one s gonna lay it down for you
Try to focus my attention
But I feel so A-D-D
I need some help, some inspiration
(But it s not coming easily)
Whoah oh...

Trying to find the magic
Trying to write a classic
Don t you know, don t you know, don t you know?
Waste-bin full of paper
Clever rhymes, see you later

These words are my own
From my heart flow
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There s no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you...

Read some Byron, Shelly and Keats
Recited it over a Hip-Hop beat
I m having trouble saying what I mean
With dead poets and drum machines
I know I had some studio time booked
But I couldn t find a killer hook
Now you re gonna raise the bar right up
Nothing I write is ever good enough

These words are my own
From my heart flow
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There s no other way
To better say
I love you, I love you...

I m getting off my stage
The curtains pull away
No hyperbole to hide behind
My naked soul exposes
Whoah.. oh.. oh.. oh.. Whoah.. oh..

Trying to find the magic
Trying to write a classic
Waste-bin full of paper
Clever rhymes, see you later

These words are my own
From my heart flow
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
There s no other way
To better say
I love you...

Thats all I got to say, can t think of a better way
That s all I got to say
I love you is that okay?

Natasha Thomas - Curious

Tekst :

I m checkin it but I ain t flippin
Takes a lot to get me trippin
Can t deny my heavy breathin
Cause you got me feelin amorous
Gettin a little adventurous

Just wanna get with you is what I m sayin
I m a big girl I ain t playin
Want a little piece of heaven
You re a little mysterious
It s makin me curious

So if you wanna make it
Baby come and get it
This could be a glorious night
If we let it
If you wanna get with me
Baby come and tell me
Got a feelin you d know how to please me

Baby boy I see you starin
Kinda dig the style you re wearin
Sexy thug you got me swearin (damn)
I m a little bit glamorous
He s a little bit dangerous

Tell me where we re gettin at
Cause I know where your head s at
Been thinkin bout some of that
Cause you re makin it obvious

Natasha Thomas - Secret

Tekst :

When I see you
I see you naked
When you re near me the tension s hard to bear
Infatuated, no doubt about it
Think there might be somethin in the air
So we got this situation
Let s fall into temptation
Are you with it do you wanna hit it
Baby if you wanna play it then let me hear you say it
Don t repeat it
We gotta keep it secret

If you wanna taste
Don t talk about it
Keep it on the low
Just hush your mouth don t scream and shout it
Get into the flow
Nobody has to know
No no no no

I wanna touch you it s so frustrating
Wanna hold you and never let you go
When our eyes meet I m intoxicated
I can feel my body overflow

Baby baby
Is there somethin there for me
Baby won t you come and rescue me
This is somethin only we should share

Inne utwory

Losowe utwory

Salome

I watch the sunrays always
Dancing on the clouds
I share that feeling healing
Deep inside my heart
But when the night falls crew calls
Bells ring in the dome
You ll hear me whisper softly
Salome come home

Life is...

We will meet again

It s hard to say goodbye, it hurts to be alone
and all that is left is a memory to love and keep as a part on me
, that´s you. Noone else but you, say what can I do?
I miss you so. It´s hard to...

Na falochronie

Powiedz mi, kto dał im prawo walk
Gdy moje serce chce bić, żyć
Dla ciebie cały czas.
Powiedz mi, dlaczego mam się bać
Na baczność stawiać sny
Zapiąć się w brązowy pas

Muszę już iść, na rozkaz...

10 Scene points to the winner

Ink stained fingers promise everything and nothing
And therein lies the story
Its no easy sentiment, a conscious effort
To save the last...

I love you just the way you are
So don t give up just yet
I know its hard, so...

Long way home from anywhere

I love crossin the Mississippi River she runs so wide and deep
The sun winks down between the spans at me
The tugboats sing down low beneath the pop of the pavement breaks
I enter an old West Memphis reverie
I can see me flying...