Lou Reed Lyrics
Lou Reed Lyrics
"Kicks Lyrics"
Rene Lyrics
There she is parading on the quayside You can find her every night Ah, waiting for a stevedore from Tyneside - Why it's Rene, the docker's delight! Well, if you just got off an oil tanker And you've got the readies in the bin (Readies = cash and having them 'in the bin' means having money)
There she is parading on the quayside You can find her every night Ah, waiting for a stevedore from Tyneside - Why it's Rene, the docker's delight! Well, if you just got off an oil tanker And you've got the readies in the bin (Readies = cash and having them 'in the bin' means having money)
Hey man, what's your style
How you get your kicks for living
Hey man, what's your style
How you get your adrenalin flowing now
How you get your adrenalin flowing
Hey man, what's your style
I love the way, try to call now
Hey man, what's your style
I ain't jealous of the way you're living
I ain't jealous of the way you're living
When you cut that dude with just a little mania
You did it so, ... ah
When the blood comma' down his neck ...
Don't you know it was better
Listen To The Stories Lyrics
I'd like to welcome you You've come from far away Step right up, get close I'll take you on a ride I'll tell you tales About the times of ancient days I'll tell you tales About the fight of Dark and Light About a daring act of bravery in the fire Pulled into the Dark with no desirethan sex, now, now, now
It was way better than getting mean
'cause it was, the final thing to do, now
Get somebody to come on to you
and then you just get somebody to
to now, now, come on to you
And then you kill 'em, yeah
You kill 'em, now, now, cause I need kicks ...
I'm getting bored, I need, need, need, need now, now some kicks
Oh, give it, give it, give it, give it to me now, now, kicks
Hey man, what's your style
How you get your kicks for living
Hey man, what's your style
How you g
How you get your adrenalin flowing
Hey man, what's your style
You know, I love the way you drive your car now
Hey man, what's your style
I ain't jealous of the way you're living
Ain't jealous of, now, now, the way you're living
Hey, newspaper ...
You did it so, wow, crudely, now
With that blood coming down his chest
It was way better than sex, now, now
It was way better than getting mean
It was the final thing to do
Get somebody to c
Get somebody to, ah, come on to you
Better kill them now
Better kill him now, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, kill him now, now
'Cause I need kicks
I need some kicks
I'm getting bored
I need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Yeah, need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Oh, give it now, kicks
Yeah, need some kicks
Yeah, need some k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k, kicks
Oh, give it me now, now
Kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks ...
I'd like to welcome you You've come from far away Step right up, get close I'll take you on a ride I'll tell you tales About the times of ancient days I'll tell you tales About the fight of Dark and Light About a daring act of bravery in the fire Pulled into the Dark with no desire
It was way better than getting mean
'cause it was, the final thing to do, now
Get somebody to come on to you
and then you just get somebody to
to now, now, come on to you
And then you kill 'em, yeah
You kill 'em, now, now, cause I need kicks ...
I'm getting bored, I need, need, need, need now, now some kicks
Oh, give it, give it, give it, give it to me now, now, kicks
Hey man, what's your style
How you get your kicks for living
Hey man, what's your style
How you g
Vitrage Lyrics
Je te donne mes jeux parce-que je Sais que tu t'en prendras bien soin. Descends comme un dieu entre Mes bras et acueille-moi toujours acueilli, Eleve-moi tant de faire de moi et toi une guirlande Des sens imbibee, D'humus, air, eau et de chaque fibre qui nous modele.
et your adrenalin flowing now, now, now, now, nowJe te donne mes jeux parce-que je Sais que tu t'en prendras bien soin. Descends comme un dieu entre Mes bras et acueille-moi toujours acueilli, Eleve-moi tant de faire de moi et toi une guirlande Des sens imbibee, D'humus, air, eau et de chaque fibre qui nous modele.
How you get your adrenalin flowing
Hey man, what's your style
You know, I love the way you drive your car now
Hey man, what's your style
I ain't jealous of the way you're living
Ain't jealous of, now, now, the way you're living
Hey, newspaper ...
You did it so, wow, crudely, now
With that blood coming down his chest
It was way better than sex, now, now
It was way better than getting mean
It was the final thing to do
Get somebody to c
Sweet Summer Lyrics
He had a freezer full of otter pops Push ups, drum sticks and dreamsicles And a paint chipped change box Full of sticky quarters, dimes and nickles It was automatic when we heard that song Run home and get your money before he's gone Lookin' underneath the Chrysler, in the driveway Hey,
ame, come on to you, thenHe had a freezer full of otter pops Push ups, drum sticks and dreamsicles And a paint chipped change box Full of sticky quarters, dimes and nickles It was automatic when we heard that song Run home and get your money before he's gone Lookin' underneath the Chrysler, in the driveway Hey,
Get somebody to, ah, come on to you
Better kill them now
Better kill him now, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, kill him now, now
'Cause I need kicks
I need some kicks
I'm getting bored
I need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Yeah, need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Oh, give it now, kicks
Yeah, need some kicks
Yeah, need some k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k, kicks
Oh, give it me now, now
Kicks, kicks, kicks, kicks ...