Ilse DeLange - Tap dancing on a highwire
Tekst :
Bright lights and funny clowns
Hammin it up on the circus grounds
Horses, big parade
Such a pretty sight, this love we made
From way up here, life s just a ball
With you by my side, love is worth the fall
(Chorus)
So we re tap dancing on a highwire
We could go tumbling down
But something makes me want to higher
Think it s having you around
Oh, get a look at us playing with fire
Oh, we re tap dancing on a highwire
Big applause, from the crowd of there
Watching our hearts hang in mid-air
No strings and no fear
Keeps our love suspended up here
We know we could lose our balance and fall
But a haert that don t dance
Ain t a real haert at all
(Chorus)
Inne utwory
If you had the heart Follow Good thing Tou are the dream Riding with the king Angel eyes I still cry What does your heart say now Just like the moon Breathe in, breathe out Flying solo New beginning Living on love Lonely too Beyond gravity Flying blind Losowe utwory
Verse 1:
Bop Sho Be Doowop I do shoo wop
I got the head snap back
When I rock the spot
Auhh sheepp deebee do wop n deep be dee
I got the N.A.S.T.Y. in me
See let me break down over how...
It s righteousness is shining
It walks on ruby shoes
There s not too much of nothing
You cannot make it do
I cross the muddy river
To dig a diamond mine
I got a good thing working
On diamond mining time
Waqas:
Come on
Isam:
Yea, Outland still in here baby
Ain’t going nowhere
Yea, feel this
Waqas:
Mujhe thora paani peeladay
ek musafir huN maiN
shala say ghuzra huN maiN
khatro say ladka huN
tab jaakay idher...
What you mean for the poopy question of you
Trying to be kicking ass to help me ? after you know I never to go
Before I go high, I m very down
You know I m strong enough to get it again
You try to...
Come gather round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You ll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin
Then you better start swimmin
Or you ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin .
Come writers and...