David Byrne - Miss America
Tekst :
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 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,...
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...
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...
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...
[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...