Testi:
Corinne Bailey Rae

In my mother's house There's a photograph Of a day gone past Always makes me laugh There's a little girl Wary of the world She got much to learn Get

I was just waiting for your phone call When they came along to say That a rose done chased you clear away You had said I was gamine But we didn't mean

I wait for you. I don't know why. all i know is i can't hide. at this temperature you could take over my mind. like gossamer, you softly touch. he draws

He's a real live wire He's the best of his kind Wait till you see those eyes He dresses like this different scene He'll kiss you make you feel sixteen

Ooh, you?re searching for something I know, won?t make you happy Ooh, you?re thirsting for something I know, won?t make you happy Ooh, you did it all

[Belly cover] So what, you think this is usual? Strange moon, strange land, strange man. Hold the hands of tiny horses, Hold them, hold them kindly,

[Verse 1:] Oh Father, I wish I had understanding. Never known more Never been so well informed We know the score Heard it all before, But I've never

Three little birds, sat on my window. And they told me I don't need to worry. Summer came like cinnamon So sweet, Little girls double-dutch on the concrete

Oh oh oh... Maybe you've been pouring everything into this your mistake of this attends to agony, you can't predict this when it comes to it, You can