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abril 07, 2009
outubro 19, 2008
Dirty Love
Give me
Your dirty love
Like you might surrender
To some dragon in your dreams
Give me
Your dirty love
Like a pink donation
To the dragon in your dreams
I don't need your sweet devotion
An' I don't want your cheap emotion
Whip me up some dragon lotion
For your dirty love
Your dirty love
Give me
Your dirty love
Like some tacky little pamphlet
In your daddy's bottom drawer
Give me
Your dirty love
I don't believe you never seen
His book before
I don't need no consolation
I don't want your reservation
I only got one destination
An' that's your dirty love
Your dirty love
Give me
Your dirty love
Just like your mama
Make her fuzzy poodle do
(Oh, Frenchie . . . )
Give me
Your dirty love
The way your mama
Make that nasty poodle chew
I'll ignore your cheap aroma
And your little-bo-peep diploma
I'll just put you in a coma
With some dirty love
Some dirty love
That dirty love
That dirty love
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Snap it!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Snap it!) THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!(Snap it!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie) THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Not a speck of cereal!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Nothing but the best for my dog!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Come on!) THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Little paws sticking up!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Little curly head!)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Little curly tail!)
Frank Zappa, Over-night Sensation, DisCreet Recordings, 1973
Etiquetas:
Música,
Romantismo
maio 29, 2008
My Kind of Girl
Dean Martin, Ladies and Gentlemen.
Outra gravação histórica:
Sinatra-Basie: An Historical Musical First (Reprise, 1962)
She walks like an angel walks,
She talks like an angel talks,
And her hair has a kind of curl,
To my mind, she’s my kind of girl.
She’s wise like an angel’s wise,
With eyes like an angel’s eyes,
And a smile like a kind of pearl,
To my mind, she’s my kind of girl.
A pretty little face,
That face just knocks me off my feet,
A pretty little feet,
She’s really sweet enough to eat.
And her hair has a kind of curl,
To my mind, she’s my kind of girl.
She’s wise like an angel’s wise,
With eyes like an angel’s eyes,
And a smile like a kind of pearl,
To my mind, she’s my kind of girl.
A pretty little face,
That face just knocks me off my feet,
A pretty little feet,
She’s really sweet enough to eat.
She looks like an angel looks,
She cooks like an angel cooks,
And my mind in a kind of whirl,
To my mind, she’s my kind of girl.
Hmmm, pretty little face,
That face just knocks me off my feet,
Pretty little feet,
She’s really sweet enough to eat.
She looks like an angel looks,
She cooks like an angel cooks,
And my mind in a kind of whirl,
To my mind, she’s my kind of girl.
Hmmm, pretty little face,
That face just knocks me off my feet,
Pretty little feet,
She’s really sweet enough to eat.
She looks like an angel looks,
And she cooks like an angel cooks,
And my mind in a kind of whirl,
To my mind, she’s my kind of girl.
Yes, my poor heart’s in a whirl,
She’s just my kind, she’s a girl.
And I’m glad.
And my mind in a kind of whirl,
To my mind, she’s my kind of girl.
Yes, my poor heart’s in a whirl,
She’s just my kind, she’s a girl.
And I’m glad.
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Música,
Pipis,
Poesia,
Romantismo
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