domingo, 4 de outubro de 2009

Pixie Lott - Mama Do




Mama Do (Pixie Lott)

Every night I go
Every night I go sneaking out the door
I lie a little more, baby I’m helpless


There's something ‘bout the night
And the way it hides all the things I like
Little black butterflies
Deep inside me


Chorus
What would my "mama do"
(oh oh oh oh)
If she knew ‘bout me and you?
(oh oh oh oh)
What would my daddy say
(oh oh oh oh)
If he saw me hurt this way?
(oh oh oh oh)


Why should I feel ashamed?
Feeling guilty at the mention of your name
Here we are again
It’s nearly perfect


Chorus
What would my mama do
(oh oh oh oh)
If she knew ‘bout me and you?
(oh oh oh oh)
What would my daddy say
(oh oh oh oh)
If he saw me hurt this way?
(oh oh oh oh)


What would my mama do
What would my daddy say


All the things a girl should know
Are the things she can’t control
All the things a girl should know
she can’t control


chorus

terça-feira, 21 de julho de 2009

Melanie Fiona












Okay, okay,
He's got my number and
You can't, you can't
Warn me baby here I am
Either you make the time
Or just forget me


I'm not, I'm not
Tryna run your life
That's why, that's why
I'm nobody's wife
But when I want, when I want it
You gotta be ready


I don't want it all the time,
But when I get it,
I better be satisfied
So give it to me right,
Or don't give it to me at all

I don't think you understand,
How real it is for me to find
A man who thinks he can
So give it to me right,
Or don't give it to me at all
yeah yeah

On time, on time
I expect you to be
Oh my, oh my
Baby in my fantasy

You can't get it right,
Then just forget it

No ways ok
For you to go around
uh uh,
today
You better make a touch down

You know what I like,
Won't you accept it

I don't want it all the time,
But when I want it,
You better make me smile
So give it to me right,
Or don't give it to me at all

I don't think you understand,
If you can't please me,
I know someone who can
Give it to me right,
Or don't give it to me at all

This is the real life baby
This is the life that makes me say
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahh

This is the real thing baby
When I'm alone I can make me say
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahh

I don't want it all the time,
But when I want it
You better make me smile

So give it to me right,
Or don't give it to me at all

I don't think you understand,
If you can't please me,
I know someone who can
So give it to me right,
Or don't give it to me at all

Give it to me right
Give it to me right

Give it to me right,
Or don't give it to me at all

segunda-feira, 15 de junho de 2009

sábado, 28 de março de 2009

tim burton's corpse bride

- Pardon my enthusiasm...

- I like your enthusiasm!

quarta-feira, 25 de março de 2009

sábado, 14 de março de 2009

santa baby...


Santa Baby - Marilyn Monroe



Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree,
For me.
been an awful good girl,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

Santa baby, a 54 convertible too,
Light blue.
I'll wait up for you dear,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

Think of all the fun I've missed,
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed,
Next year I could be just as good,
If you'll check off my Christmas list,

Santa baby, I wanna yacht,
And really that's not a lot,
Been an angel all year,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

Santa honey, there's one thing I really do need,
The deed
To a platinum mine,
Santa honey, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex,
And checks.
Sign your 'X' on the line,
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight.

Come and trim my Christmas tree,
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's,
I really do believe in you,
Let's see if you believe in me,

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing,
A ring.
I don't mean on the phone,
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight,
Hurry down the chimney tonight,
Hurry, tonight.

segunda-feira, 26 de janeiro de 2009

tinha de ser...



PIMBA!!!


(uma revista que comprei...)

terça-feira, 20 de janeiro de 2009



We bit our lips
She looked out the window
Rolling tiny balls of napkin paper
I played a quick game of chess with the salt and pepper shaker





In My Stupid Mouth, John Mayer

quarta-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2009

...i was difficult to reach...

And all I can say
Is you blow me away

Like an apple on a tree
Hiding out behind the leaves
I was difficult to reach
But you picked me
Like a shell upon a beach
Just another pretty piece
I was difficult to see
But you picked me
Yeah you picked me
In You Picked Me, A Fine Frenzy