Ladytron - Blue jeans
Tekst :
Straight lines that cut through the scene
like you wanted to, blue jeans.
Soft loans that spent all last summer
buying drinks for you, blue jeans.
Left hand that crashed near your house
in the ice and snow, blue jeans.
A face outside sleeping pressed against
the bay window, blue jeans.
You ve been trying to protect me,
An insect living in your memory,
Don t, blue jeans won t cut at the seams,
Like you want them to.
You WON T need me to show the way now
they re onto you, blue jeans.
And I won t be phoning you today
unless you want me to, blue jeans.
You ve been trying to protect me,
An insect living in your memory,
Don t, blue jeans won t cut at the seams,
Like you want them to.
Inne utwory
Playgirl Seventeen Sugar He took her to a movie Runaway The way that i found you Destroy everything you touch International dateline Evil Losowe utwory
Shit Britney Shit Britney Shit Britney
Dem Bitches are all against our true love
Keep back girl your boy got dem hoes dancing all night long
Baby girl your man is so f**ken strong
Screaming a thousand times saying baby come back for a long time
Don t leave me hanging like you always do...
(Brother oh Brother)
(She will break your heart)
I ve been there
I thought she was the one
Until I realized that she was gone, ooooo
Beauty can t describe
The way she looked
I was a fool, for love
Please don t make the same
Mistakes I did, don t let her win
Don t give in
Believe me Brother...
Shatt shatt shatta
shattered glass
Ass, ass, ass..
Am kick your ass...
Hey baby listen that night
You were gone out out
But I was soo blush out
From you
And then I get the glass
Shut shat shut shut
shattered glass
Broke oke oke oke oke the glass
Amma kick your ass out
Shattered glass shat
shat the glass
Babay waiting alla my elbass
Amma...
Ref: Love place real space...
Pamiętam chodziliśmy po łące
Ciągle zmieniając miejsce raz tu, raz tam.
Wszędzie unosił się zapach końca lata.
Kręciliśmy się w kółko, Rastafari tu i tam.
Tam latam, tu latam, zapach konopi.
Błądziliśmy pośród wysokich traw.
Tam latam, tu latam, zapach konopi.
Kręciliśmy się...
Bang, banging the door
I just have to get out
Sweet talk til I m bored
Stop killing my time
You re way up in the air
Always flashing around
It s all making me sick
But looking good from above