entierement bleu Cette facon d'entrer dans mon coeur Me fait vibrer de bonheur The first time I saw you My dream just comes true Softly, your eyes I saw you with me
I write, Dat may why the money lookin funny in the light. But who really cares? You just throw it in the air, Celebratin wealth, pourin Mo«t in her hair- Excuse me
is it Sometimes I wonder why I even try So why should I feel blue? What had finally found me with my back against the wall Was destiny intruding all around me
wasn't wound so tight? What if I had the balls to be bad? Would you still look at me like that? Would you be mad that I had held the old me back? Why
tight, it makes me look weird. Should I go movie star glamorous, sassy or sweet? Dont know, but no one better wear the same dress as me Its the night
want to wait, uh, another whole day Tell me what you want, what you need, I will stay You know to me you will always be perfect And that's why I'm I'
trip then I'm falling without you my friend I don't think you'll ever know how much you meant to me Why did our love had to end? How can you expect me
to drink, I don't do no washing up I always reached the stuff piled up, piled up in the sink But you will always find him in the kitchen at parties Me
d'innocence Ils sont faits de chair et de sang You dream awake and you stay pure among the wolves That's why I love you against my will and you love me
a song about why And it's about you, you The things you made me do And how you turned and walked away Yeah it's about you and the things you put me through
I wasn't wound so tight What if I had the balls to be bad Would you still look at me like that Would you be mad that I had held the old me back Why
it don't make me wait Another moment of another day Don't wait another day Ain't no body taking care of you Apparantly not Let me show you girl what I can do Corbin Bleu
Check this out Hey bitch you remember me It's mista DJ Quik from the Westside of the Tree And you met me at 2000 where I'm brownin That's where me and
Traduction: Gordon Lightfoot. Pourquoi me sentir Bleu.
write, Dat may why the money lookin funny in the light. But who really cares? You just throw it in the air, Celebratin wealth, pourin Mo«t in her hair- Excuse me
night after you get home, after I?ve worn you thin we?ll lie together alone. I will betray you, and you will know what I know about how you betrayed me
