David Byrne - Miss America

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I love America, her secret s safe with me
And I know her wicked ways
The parts you never see

Oh super-girl, you ll be my super-model
Although you have a reputation
Can I afford to move above my station
I m not the only heart you ve conquered

And I love America, but boy can she be cruel
And I know how tall she is
Without her platform shoes

Oh super-girl, you ll be my super-model
Although at times it might seem awkward
Don t run away, oh don t you recognize me
I m not the only heart you ve conquered

And I kissed America, when she was fleecing me
She knows I understand that she needs to be free
And I miss America and sometimes she does too
And sometimes I think of her
When she is fucking you

I love America
Yo siempre he confiado en ti [=I have always trusted you]
I love America
Por que me tratas asi? [=Why do you treat me like this?]

Oh super-girl, you ll be my super-model
Although your pants are round your ankles
And when you re down, I ll be your Dirty Harry
It will be just like in the movies

Oh super-girl, you ll be my super-model
Although at times it might seem awkward
Don t look away, I ll be your teenage fanclub
I m not the only heart you ve conquered

Inne utwory

  • Dialog box
  • Hanging upside down
  • Marching through the wilderness
  • They are in love
  • Sad song
  • The man who loved beer
  • Why
  • A long time ago
  • Civilization
  • Dance on vaseline
  • Tree
  • Glad
  • The Jezebel spirit
  • Broken things
  • Astronaut
  • Losowe utwory

    Les filles

    Les filles parlent des garçons
    Elles vont aux toilettes à deux
    Ça fera pas une chanson
    Une chansonnette au mieux

    Les filles mangent du chocolat
    Elles ont trop chaud ou trop froid
    Ont mal au ventre, à la tête,
    Au cœur, elles vont mal en fait

    Les filles travaillent à l’école
    Elles ont de belles écritures
    Elles gardent des mots,...

    Moment of glory

    A moment of glory,
    called evolution
    Could I see the world with the eyes of a child
    A new beginning, a moment of freedom
    Like angels are singing a song full of joy
    This side of heaven belongs to the children
    I will be there...

    Still pimping the pen

    I m still dranked up and dripped out, reclining to top
    Straight up, outta H-Town and the funk don t stop
    Watch the trunk just pop, and the front end hop
    I ma swang on these bopples, I m a clown on these cops
    Candy red out the shop, I m leaving paint on...

    How sweet

    Baby, I tell ya how sweet it is, oh
    You know I m not that kind of guy
    Who s gonna hang out for a while
    Nothing will ever last too long

    Another place, another time
    Another world, another mind
    You know, my...

    Alone

    [Mary:]
    Baby, can I talk to you for a minute?
    Ohhh...
    Ohh...
    Listen...

    [Verse 1: (Mary)]
    Boy, you had me fooled.
    I can t believe you.
    Cuz you never done anything that I asked of you.
    Always talking like I just can t do right.
    Blaming me for...