I find you never seem to notice, But did we miscommunicate, Oh and all the things they showed us, They nocked you out but on your face, See how the others do it, They're intertwined, But they're still free, Oh but you don't wanna hear it, Whats it to do with you and me.
How can I love you more, Tell me how can I love you more, How can I love you more, Tell me how can I love you more, I won't only be your baby, How can I love you more.
What now, Are we moving faster, Well do we need to slow this down, Your mind is what you wanna master, And then you think to come around, But what about me, Well tell me what can I love most, Sometimes it feels like I'm losin, Step off the heart thats on the floor.
How can I love you more, Tell me how can I love you more, I won't only be your baby, How can I love you more, How can I love you more, Tell me how can I love you more, How can I love you more, Tell me how can I love you more, I won't only be your baby, How can I love you more.
niye karşılaştığım her kadın pişmanlıkla biten bir hikayeden bahsediyor bahsediyor . onun konuşması bir azap ,bir umutsuzluk , bir korku ve acıdan ölüyor her kadın yabancılaşmayı hisseden ya da uzak bir yere gitmek isteyen ne rahat ne de onun kalbi mutlu yaşıyor
hayatından memnun bir kadın bulmak istiyorum güvenliği hisseden bir kadınla karşılaşmak istiyorum gözlerimle gülümseyen bir kadını görmek istiyorum
deli bir şeyi söylemek istiyorum sana. keşke onu anlasan diyeceğim... seninle olanı gördükten sonra hep hissettiğim bir duygu var onu söyleyeyim mi ya da söylemeyeyim mi? onu anlayacak mısın? artık onu söyleyeceğim tüm bu kadınları inciten kişinin sen olduğunu hissediyorum ey sevgilim
hayatından memnun bir kadın bulmak istiyorum güvenliği hisseden bir kadınla karşılaşmak istiyorum gözlerimle gülümseyen bir kadını görmek istiyorum
Amiga mía, lo sé, solo vives por el, que lo sabe también, pero el no te ve como yo, suplicarle a mi boca que diga que me ha confesado entre copas, que es con tu piel con quien sueña de noche y que enloquece con cada botón que te desabrochas pensando en sus manos. el no te ha visto temblar, esperando una palabra, algún gesto un abrazo. el no te ve como yo suspirando, con los ojitos abiertos de par en par, escucharme nombrarle. ¡Ay amiga mía! Lo se y el también.
Amiga mía, no se que decir, ni que hacer para verte feliz. ojalá pudiera mandar en el alma o en la libertad, que es lo que a el le hace falta; llenarte los bolsillos de guerras ganadas, de sueños e ilusiones renovadas. yo quiero regalarte una poesía; tu piensas que estoy dando las noticias.
Amiga mía, ojalá algún día escuchando mi canción, de pronto, entiendas que lo que nunca quise fue contar tu historia porque pudiera resultar conmovedora. pero, perdona, amiga mía, no es inteligencia, ni es sabiduría; esta es mi manera de decir las cosas. no es que sea mi trabajo, es que es mi idioma.
Amiga mía, princesa de un cuento infinito. amiga mía, tan solo pretendo que cuentes conmigo. amiga mía, a ver si uno de estos días, por fin aprendo a hablar sin tener que dar tantos rodeos, que toda esta historia me importa porque eres mi amiga .
Amiga mía, lo se, solo vives por el, que lo sabe también, pero el no te ve como yo, suplicarle a mi boca que diga que me ha confesado entre copas, que es con tu piel con quien sueña de noche...
Amiga mía, no se que decir, ni que hacer para verte feliz. ojalá pudiera mandar en el alma o en la libertad, que es lo que a el le hace falta; llenarte los bolsillos de guerras ganadas, de sueños e ilusiones renovadas. yo quiero regalarte una poesía; tu piensas que estoy dando las noticias.
Amiga mía, princesa de un cuento infinito. amiga mía, tan solo pretendo que cuentes conmigo. amiga mía, a ver si uno de estos días, por fin aprendo a hablar sin tener que dar tantos rodeos, que toda esta historia me importa porque eres mi amiga.
Fumbling his confidence And wondering why the world has passed him by Hoping that he's bent for more than arguments And failed attempts to fly, fly
[Chorus] We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside Somewhere we live inside We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? Somewhere we live inside
Dreaming about Providence And whether mice or men have second tries Maybe we've been livin with our eyes half open Maybe we're bent and broken, broken
[Chorus]
We want more than this world's got to offer We want more than this world's got to offer We want more than the wars of our fathers And everything inside screams for second life, yeah
We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? We were meant to live for so much more Have we lost ourselves? We were meant to live We were meant to live
Oh man, what the hell he 'bout to do? What the hell he 'bout to do right now? Oh, oh man, what the hell he 'bout to do? What the hell he 'bout to do right now? Fuck it, let's get it then Oh man, what the hell he 'bout to do? What the hell he 'bout to do right now? Oh, oh man, what the hell he 'bout to do? What the hell he 'bout to do right now?
[Verse 1] I got too much on my plate I second guess nothing for nothing I throw this rap out the window I'll make another like nothing We built this shit from the ground up I don't ask questions, I solve 'em I'll get some money, then I'll spend it But don't rap like I'm balling My time ain't nothing but now now My team been going from pow wows I'll give 'em shit so real, the DJ's 'bout to do triple salchows Yeah, I've been singing and rapping Rapping and singing and such I look around, these dudes be focused on their look like too much And I think it's time I calm it down just a little Just a little, just a little... nah, fuck it I don't believe in predictions, I just believe in conviction And since I quit all my bitching, I heard 'em all start to listen
Oh man, what the hell he 'bout to do? What the hell he 'bout to do right now? Oh, oh man, what the hell he 'bout to do? What the hell he 'bout to do right now? Fuck it, let's get it then Oh man, what the hell he 'bout to do? What the hell he 'bout to do right now? Oh, oh man, what the hell he 'bout to do? What the hell he 'bout to do right now?
Don't trip like KC and Jojo You know this bro goin' pro though I'll rock a jean jacket with a jean shirt and some jeans at the Soho I don't fit in with no genre I got some screws loose, it's true Pops got that snare, make you drop like when Kendrick go doo doo I made some boo boos to move you I guess that's how I got through, though My team ain't signing no papers This off the book, shout out joo joo I got some shit on my sleeve I got some dirt on my hands I got no yes men here around me that gon' say I'm the man So I think it's time I calm it down just a little Just a little, just a little... nah, fuck it I don't believe in no luck Like they don't believe 'til it's something I dreamt this all my sleep and never woke up to no buzzer I'm buggin
Oh man, what the hell he 'bout to do? What the hell he 'bout to do right now? Oh, oh man, what the hell he 'bout to do? What the hell he 'bout to do right now? Fuck it, let's get it then Oh man, what the hell he 'bout to do? What the hell he 'bout to do right now? Oh, oh man, what the hell he 'bout to do? What the hell he 'bout to do right now?
Bart Baker - All About That Bass Parody Şarkı Sözü
Because this song's all about being big, suck a dick, thin people If you are super thin super thin you're evil This catchy tune's message should have been we're equal But it shames thin women, thin women (me, me, me, men)
Yeah it's kind of clear, I like to eat food But I can write big hit songs and I can sing em too I see these skinny girls that get super famous So I say, hey why not Meghan Trainor?
I talk like I am black even though I am white I lived in the suburbs I've had a perfect life Still there's one thing bugs me, I don't know why But when I see good-looking skinny people I think they should die
Yeah, my mama she told me don't worry about your size But when I see thin women I want to gouge out their eyes Gouge out their eyeballs Gouge out their eyeballs When I hear Gwyneth Paltrow say oh my god, I feel so fat I want to beat in her pretty face with a baseball bat Woah!
Now all five of us will do this dumb dance this dumb dance We're dancing These girls need haircuts bad really bad We can't see Meghan give me a chance just one chance to rest please I hired you to dance damnit dance!
I'm bringing booty back Booty never left that statement is trash! Wow, I'm just playing, don't hate me cause I'm fat! You're actually normal Every inch of you is perfect, stop acting like a victim!
Yeah, my mama she told me that being big is sexy And that it turns on men which totally validates me Makes me feel pretty, makes me feel pretty I thought this song was supposed to be bout loving you for you It is Then why are you basing you self worth off of pleasing dudes?
Now let me reiterate it again if you're thin, you're a bitch That's totally not true and completely mindless I'm actually on my way to help the homeless Nice try but that can't be you're skinny
Meghan your single "All About That Bass" is a hit! It's platinum! It's time to lose some weight for your next pop anthem But I'm about that bass and that means I'm curvy That's why everyone like bout this song
Now Meghan do you wanna be a star or a one-hit wonder? If you don't lose some weight that would be a blunder To help you get in shape we've brought in a trainer It's time to get you ripped! Let's do this!
--VIDEO--
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Burhn the bass! -- Burn it! I'm burning it! Louder now! Burn the Bass!
Yeah, your mama might of told you don't worry about your size but in this cut throat industry, eh, your mamma don't know shit.
Baby -- nice! Oh that's sexy stuff right there.
I used to be all about that bass, bout that bass, no treble. But now thanks to TREBLE90X I am so all about that Treble.
I was just hating on skinny bitches because I was jealous. Now I am one.
It worked for Meghan and I know it will work for you too. So get off your pop star ass and call now.
To order your copy of TREBLE90X call 1-555-POOP-FAT. That's 1-555 P.O.O.P. F.A.T.
Make sure to consult your closest physician if you experience any signs of uncontrollable pooping, sneezing, wheezing, rashing, heaving, dancing, prancing whining, or singing crappy self righteous pop songs about random shit you think about while sitting at home on a Saturday night.
