Michael Fortunati – Give me up
Give
Give
Give
Give
Give
Give Me Up
Is it the first time in your life
Or is it just another one-night stand
Do you wanna make a fool of me
Just like you do it to all those other guys
Give
Give
Give
Give
Give
Give Me Up
Is it the first time in your life
Or is it just another one-night stand
Do you wanna make a fool of me
Just like you do it to all those other guys
This is not, this is not,
This is not the end of love
Is this the fullfilling of apocalyptical prophecies
Love will never be the same again ?
Millions of people carrying the death in their veins
Millions of people fearing the pain
The trigger track
a lifeline on the mastertape
that guides me back
the trigger track
a force that push the music on
with every crack
You
you look full of wonder
of miracles I see
You
emotions getting stronger
why don’t you feel like me?
I feel it every second
my heart recalls your name
So I saw you in the pizza place
you were with another girl
it was a crime it was such a disgrace
you really shattered my world
Little things remind me of you
cheap cologne and that damn song too
Letra Guy Marling, David Diebold, Greg Flemming Año 1987 País EUA Sello Nightwave Records I know you want me.I see it in your eyes.Come and take it!Stop the lies.I wanna dance, excuse me. I see more than the truth,tonight in your eyes.I
mamma mamma mamma mamma mia
mamma mamma mamma mamma mia
mamma mamma mamma mamma mia
che calor nella discoteca
Chaud ! Chaud ! Chaud ! Chaud !
Chaud ! Chaud ! Chaud ! Chaud !
Every time I think of you
I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue
It’s no Problem of mine but it’s a problem I find
Living a life that I can’t leave behind
There’s no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won’t set you free
But that’s the way that it goes
And it’s what nobody knows
While every day my confusion grows
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Jungle life
I’m far away from nowhere
On my own like Tarzan boy
Boys
Boys, boys, boys
Boys, boys, boys
Boys, boys, boys
Boys, boys, boys