Grease - You are the one that i want
Tekst :
I got chills, they re multiplyin and I m losin control.
Cause the power you re supplyin
it s electrifyin
You better shape up, cause I need a man
and my heart is set on you
You better shape up - you better understand
to my heart I must be true
(nothin`left for me to do)
Refrain:
You`re the one that I want
You, oo-oo, honey
The one that I want
You, oo-oo the one I need
Oh yes indeed
If you`re filled with affection
you`re too shy to convey,
Meditate in my direction
Feel your way
I better shape up, cause you need a man
I need a man,who can keep me satisfied
I better shape up - if I m gonna prove
you better prove
That my faith is justified
Are you sure? Yes´I`m sure down deep inside
Refrain (3x)
Inne utwory
Score tonight Cool rider Mooning Born to hand jive Rydell alma mater There are worse things i could do Blue moon Alone at the drive in movie Hopelessly devoted to you Summer nights Rock a hula luau Turn back the hands of time Grease (Is the word) Sandy Sandy (Prologue) Girl for all seasons Prowlin Rydell fight song Losowe utwory
It s like a playground
Sinking in, we re a couple of kids
Exchanging grins, your attention seems to be on me
Or at least that s what I m imagining
You got me chasing a tail, got me singing your tune
And I m over the moon, I m...
(feat. Brandy)
[Verse 1 - Ray J]
My brothers and sisters
Here some courage and some wisdom
As you go on life s mission
Hope you make the right decisions
Although life s just an illusion
People get lokced up
Some start using
While the government is recrutin
They trainin more soldiers...
Well it happened years ago
when you lived on Stanhope Road.
We listened to your sister
when she came home from school
coz she was two years older
and had boys in her room.
We listened outside and heard her.
Alright.
Well that was alright for a while
but soon I wanted more.
I want to see as well...
In the dark
It s just you and I
Not a sound
There s not one sigh
Just the beat of my poor heart
In the dark
Now in the dark, in the dark
I get such a thrill
When he presses his fingertips
Upon my lips
And he begs...
I stir my cup and think of you;
It s just the little things that break me
But it s not right to hold you so tight;
I end up wrestling with God over you...
Whose hands are safer?
Who could steal you from His grip?
It separates the ocean, with a brush...