Minnie Riperton - Take a litte trip
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Take a little trip through your mind and explore it
Take another trip on a magic carpet ride
Take a little trip through your mind and explore it
Take a closer look at the you you re tryin to hide
You re the one who always wants to have your way
And like the sky it s you whose feelings change with every day
And you think there s righteousness in all you say
And you won t try to reach inside, so
You re the one who says the things you don t believe
And when you need to be you can t distinguish you from me
And you think your lines have over-all control
But your mind can t see, for blindin your soul, so
Inne utwory
Alone in brewster bay You take my breath away Whenever, wherever When it comes down to it Young willing and able The edge of a dream How could i love you more Return to forever Inside my love Every time he comes around Song of life Stay in love Les fleur Strange affair Give me time Our lives Stick together Here we go Losowe utwory
Salsa, to salsa gorąca
Salasa, to salsa nas woła
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In pearl city
Pearl city
No-one knows, no-one cares
About your world of stocks and shares
I don t need no riding crop
I don t need no roundabout stop
You re welcome to pearl city
See the bank
Bright white trains
You old coots
Retired early
At pearl city
In pearl city
Cappuccino and a slice of quiche
It s salad for the...
You see the pitter patter
Of all the things unfathomed
If it s not right don t matter
Give me familiar patterns
On my bike this morning
Given an early warning
You need the time to focus
I want your hocus-pocus
Been chasing tiny angels
Your my deleted stranger
I put you in a cage
I wrote the book on danger
Fell...
Tiny fingers from afar
Born to sow your push-up bra
Billions spent on your new campaign
The greater the profit, the greater the pain
Hey Mister
That nose of yours seems to grow
Hey Mister
I got to know
Alright we re going to go back
to 1940
No money
And I live in Berlin
I think I ll join up
Become a camp guard
No war for me
An old Jew s face dripping red
I hate the prisoners
I hate the officers
There s no fight
I think I ll join,
a red rose,
Leave Belsen
I ll go to Switzerland
A...