Fairport Convention - Cajun woman
Tekst :
Baby, that preacher gave you his painTo let the window on his finger in the undertaker s name
(Chorus)
Oh, cajun woman
Some people still call you a queen
I don t believe you re sinking
With all the trouble you ve been
He grew up in the bayou with a Bible round his neck
He never loved a woman in the way you would expect
(Chorus)
Don t tell him by his father, don t tell him by his name
The dogs won t get to heaven, they ll crucify his brain
(Chorus)
Well, it s welcome to the graveyard and welcome to the throne
Welcome to the orphanage where your family sit and moan
Welcome to the liquor stand and welcome to the park
Your mama never told you how lucky you are
(Chorus)
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Bazyle
Są i świnki, które tylko ciągle chcą drinki
Jak widzą piwo to robią głupie minki
Dobre sztuki wypinają tyłki
A bazyle jak zwykle w tyle
Słyszałeś ona kusi
Patrzysz na nią i wiesz, że twoja dziś być musi
Może uciekła spod kiecki mamusi
Połyka czy się krztusi, zasadnicze pytanie
Tak...
Jak widzą piwo to robią głupie minki
Dobre sztuki wypinają tyłki
A bazyle jak zwykle w tyle
Słyszałeś ona kusi
Patrzysz na nią i wiesz, że twoja dziś być musi
Może uciekła spod kiecki mamusi
Połyka czy się krztusi, zasadnicze pytanie
Tak...
Werdz from the ghetto child
[Smiley] Aiyyo I got the dimes that I get, I got the dimes that I bring
[Preem ] Yo, yo yo
[Smiley] Yo Preem , what s good?
[Preem ] What s good man - you still fuckin with that shit son?
[Smiley] Yo, don t...
[Preem ] Yo, yo yo
[Smiley] Yo Preem , what s good?
[Preem ] What s good man - you still fuckin with that shit son?
[Smiley] Yo, don t...
Turn me on
I m on fire
get of your seat
now you laugh
soon you ll bleed
I m gonna give you
what you need
the time is right
your love so deep
You turn me on
you turn me on baby ...
get of your seat
now you laugh
soon you ll bleed
I m gonna give you
what you need
the time is right
your love so deep
You turn me on
you turn me on baby ...
Angry and bloody
Lend me your gun, I ve got someone to kiss
I m still nervous when I walk down the street,
Fresh wounds, old wounds, every one knows
Don t scream on me here we go !! . . .
I sell old block, I fly straight
Got no time...
I m still nervous when I walk down the street,
Fresh wounds, old wounds, every one knows
Don t scream on me here we go !! . . .
I sell old block, I fly straight
Got no time...
Another second time around
Happy, smilin , cryin outburst to my past
I guess those stormy gray skies simply couldn t last
And now I find myself a-tugging at your dress
The fun of holding you down, or seein you frown, it s never gonna pass
Somewhere there s a place...
I guess those stormy gray skies simply couldn t last
And now I find myself a-tugging at your dress
The fun of holding you down, or seein you frown, it s never gonna pass
Somewhere there s a place...