Paroles:
Crowded House Skin Feeling

skin I like the way it moves me I like kids when they're asleep their little arms around you I like the way we play games don't lose that skin feeling

Traduction: Crowded House. Sentiment de peau.

I like the pigment in your skin I like kids when they're asleep Their little arms around you Don't lose that skin feeling I'm looking old, I'm feeling

crowd but now I'm in the wind Once again [Chorus: Eightball and MJG] In the wind, it's a bird, it's a plane Now it be them hustlers with that skin tight

My rhymes profess life like the birds and the bees Make Funk-Master Flex say yo I'm feeling these Flows make you shit in your drawrs. Change your dungarees

still here Lookin pass me like Im headed to town with camouflage gear Who knows the feel that I feelin whos been in my shoes Have the party at your house

, get feminine when handlin guns You could run or take the window, son Or feel this hot one, we rip all strifes dun dun Without a fight son, we keep the house

Jim was thinkin' to himself Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf But then the crowd began to stamp their feet And the house lights

so cute When she said, "Dyer Maker" All the boys knew it was a joke about Jamaica She'd always find a ride back home from the bar She used to feel so