Testi:
Blues Ross

All of me Why not take all of me Can't you see I'm no good without you Take my lips I want to loose them Take my arms I'll never use them Your goodbye

When you look into my eyes Tell me what you see You're the object of my desire My secret fantasy I see the fire, I feel the flame It gets me everytime

My man don't love me Treats me oh so mean My man, he don't love me Treats me awful mean He's the lowest man That I've ever seen He wears high-draped

Them that's god shall get Them that's not shall lose So the bible says And it still is news Momma may have Poppa may have But God bless the child That

I cried for you Now it's your turn to cry over me Every road has a turning That's one thing I'm learning I cried for you What a fool I used to be Now

the start It's in my heat, it's in the spirit And it's got me totally high It's just hard me to say why Kind of sad, kind of blue Because I wanted to

One, two, three, look at Mr. Lee Three, four, five, look at him jive Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee Oh, Mr. Lee Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee Oh, Mr. Lee Mr. Lee I met my sweetie

Ooh I'll remember those old love letters Plagued with memories I can't forget us Trying to fight it Trying to hide it Rekindled flames are not recommended

The twilight falls on shadowed walls The day dissolves into the point of no return We cross the line with silent signs The night seduces us of the possibilities