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(http://khanitaly.spaces.live.com/) Khan81 Tutto lascia il segno nella vita! Esperienze gioie dolore e delusioni...
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September 25 Bad to the boneOn the day I was born The nurses all gathered 'round And they gazed in wide wonder At the joy they had found The head nurse spoke up And she said "leave this one alone" She could tell right away That I was bad to the bone Bad to the bone Bad to the bone B-B-B-B-Bad to the bone B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone I broke a thousand hearts Before I met you I'll break a thousand more, baby Before I am through I wanna be yours pretty baby Yours and yours alone I'm here to tell ya honey That I'm bad to the bone Bad to the bone B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone I make a rich woman beg I'll make a good woman steal I'll make an old woman blush And make a young woman squeal I wanna be yours pretty baby Yours and yours alone I'm here to tell ya honey That I'm bad to the bone B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone And when I walk the streets Kings and Queens step aside Every woman I meet They all stay satisfied I wanna tell ya pretty baby Well Ya see I make my own I'm here to tell ya honey That I'm bad to the bone Bad to the bone B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-Bad Bad to the bone September 21 ViciusVicious, you hit me with a flower
You do it every hour Oh, baby you're so vicious Vicious, you want me to hit you with a stick But all I've got is a guitar pick Oh baby, you're so vicious When I watch you come, baby, I just want to run far away
You're not the kind of person around I want to stay When I see you walking down the street I step on your hands and I mangle your feet You're not the kind of person that I want to meet Baby, oh you're so vicious, you're so vicious Vicious, you hit me with a flower
You do it every hour Oh, baby you're so vicious Vicious, hey why don't you swallow razor blades You must think that I'm some kind of gay blade But baby, you're so vicious When I see you coming I just have to run You're not good and you certainly aren't very much fun When I see you walking down the street I step on your hand and I mangle your feet You're not the kind of person that I'd even want to meet 'Cause you're so vicious, baby, you're so vicious Vicious, vicious... Rebel rebelYou’ve got your mother in a whirl
She’s not sure if you’re a boy or a girl Hey babe, your hair’s alright
Hey babe, let’s go out tonight You like me, and I like it all We like dancing and we look divine You love bands when they’re playing hard You want more and you want it fast They put you down, they say I’m wrong You tacky thing, you put them on Rebel Rebel, you’ve torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess Rebel Rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp, I love you so! Don’t ya?
Rebel Rebel, you’ve torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess Rebel Rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp, I love you so! You’ve torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can’t get enough, but enough ain’t the test You’ve got your transmission and your live wire You got your cue line and a handful of ludes You wanna be there when they count up the dudes And I love your dress You’re a juvenile success Because your face is a mess So how could they know? I said, how could they know? So what you wanna know Calamity’s child, Where’d you wanna go? What can I do for you? Looks like you’ve been there too ‘Cause you’ve torn your dress And your face is a mess Ooo, your face is a mess Ooo, ooo, so how could they know? Eh, eh, how could they know? I' am the passengerI am the passenger and I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backsides I see the stars come out of the sky Yeah, the bright and hollow sky You know it looks so good tonight I am the passenger
I stay under glass I look through my window so bright I see the stars come out tonight I see the bright and hollow sky Over the city's ripped backsides And everything looks good tonight Singing la la la la la.. lala la la, la la la la.. lala la la etc Get into the car
We'll be the passenger We'll ride through the city tonight We'll see the city's ripped backsides We'll see the bright and hollow sky We'll see the stars that shine so bright Stars made for us tonight Oh, the passenger
How, how he rides Oh, the passenger He rides and he rides He looks through his window What does he see? He sees the sign and hollow sky He sees the stars come out tonight He sees the city's ripped backsides He sees the winding ocean drive And everything was made for you and me All of it was made for you and me 'Cause it just belongs to you and me So let's take a ride and see what's mine Singing la la la la.. lala la la Oh the passenger He rides and he rides He sees things from under glass He looks through his window side He sees the things that he knows are his He sees the bright and hollow sky He sees the city sleep at night He sees the stars are out tonight And all of it is yours and mine And all of it is yours and mine So let's ride and ride and ride and ride Oh, oh, Singing la la la la lalalala
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