Cher - Bad love
Tekst :
Looking for some bad love in the night,Feeling such a hot street I could find,
Need to have some bad, bad love to make it right.
I used to be a good girl, but no more,
I’m ready, now it’s I learn to score,
Guess I know that bad love is my appetite.
Wanna find some hot shot on the street,
We’ll make the fire and there’ll be the heat,
Knew I wanna burn my candle at the dance.
I wanna meet a bad boy in the night,
We’re gonna make some bad love, wrong or right,
Ooh, I know that bad love is all appetite.
Ooooh, baby baby, I’m ready,
Oooooooh, baby give it to me,
Am I gonna know the view and that it’ll show me the right way,
You got me bangin’ on the floor,
Now what more do you want from me.
Bad boy in the night,
We’re gonna learn some new tricks, wrong or right,
We need to have some bad, bad love to make it right.
We’re gonna make some hot love on the street,
We’ll make the fire, then we’ll feel the heat,
Ooh, I’m gonna bad, bad la la lala,
Bad, bad la la lala
Bad love gets us through the night.
Ooooh, baby baby, I’m ready,
Oooooooh, baby give it to me,
Am I gonna know the view and that it’ll show me the right way,
You got me bangin’ on the floor,
Now what more do you want from me.
Bad love in the night,
We’re gonna make some new tricks, wrong or right,
All I know that bad love is out appetite.
We’re gonna make some hot love on the street,
We’ll make the fire, then we’ll feel the heat,
Ooh, I’m gonna bad, bad la la lala,
Bad, bad la la lala
Bad love is my appetite.
Looking for some bad love in the night,
Feeling such a hot street I could find,
Need to have some bad, bad love to make it right.
I used to be a good girl, but no more,
I’m ready, now it’s I learn to score,
Guess I know that bad love is my appetite.
I’m gonna find some hot love on the street,
I’ll make the fire, then feel the heat,
Ooh, I’m gonna burn my candle at the dance.
I’m wanna meet a bad boy in the night,
We’re gonna make some bad love, wrong or right…
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Bruises
I can t stop thinking about
Cutting myself up
Visual bruises can be covered in make-up
But down to the core I m all bruises.
My little whore gives these excuses.
How can this, be rationalized ?
Your brain has programmed, all of...
Cutting myself up
Visual bruises can be covered in make-up
But down to the core I m all bruises.
My little whore gives these excuses.
How can this, be rationalized ?
Your brain has programmed, all of...
Feels good
I was looking hard for love
then I found you
And when I found you
I just couldn t help but fall
You wrapped your arms around me
Ran your magic up and down me,
now I can finally say I ve got it...
then I found you
And when I found you
I just couldn t help but fall
You wrapped your arms around me
Ran your magic up and down me,
now I can finally say I ve got it...
I paralyze
I won t waste your time
By pretending I am something else
You got eyes to see
I live a modesty of someone else
I m reading your mind
I know what you like
I peeped into your fanstasies
CHORUS:
It works every time
I m confident
I can...
By pretending I am something else
You got eyes to see
I live a modesty of someone else
I m reading your mind
I know what you like
I peeped into your fanstasies
CHORUS:
It works every time
I m confident
I can...
Theme song
I was sitting in my window
And It was cold outside
I was sitting in my window
When I saw you on the street
I was gonna kill you cause you made me mad
Cause there was anger raging through my soul!
And It was cold outside
I was sitting in my window
When I saw you on the street
I was gonna kill you cause you made me mad
Cause there was anger raging through my soul!
De me non venni
Da me non venni,
Nell’abi-isso persa
Là, fortu-una ria
Mi vo-olle…
Perchè fuggisti
Falso-e vile sperar’
Quando l’fiumo da lui
Strappar’ mi volle…
Mercè,
Sta ancor’
Presso l’cor, O…
Que-este lacrime
Se-enza-altra-arme
Cangiati-i sembianti
Ciechi…sordi…
Que-este lacrime
Smorte-e vedove
Cangiati-i sembianti
Ciechi…sordi…
Da me non venni
Nell’abi-isso persa
Là, fortu-una ria
Mi vo-olle…
Perchè fuggisti
Falso-e vile sperar’
Quando l’fiumo da lui
Strappar’ mi volle…
Mercè,
Sta ancor’
Presso l’cor, O…
Que-este lacrime
Se-enza-altra-arme
Cangiati-i sembianti
Ciechi…sordi…
Que-este lacrime
Smorte-e vedove
Cangiati-i sembianti
Ciechi…sordi…
Da me non venni