Текст песни Bettie Serveert - I want a lover, I dont have to love
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I picked you out Of a crowd and talked to you Said I liked your shoes You said "Thanks can I follow you?" Now it's up the stairs And out of view, no prying eyes I poured some wine When I asked your name, You asked the time Now it's 2 o'clock The club is closed We're up the block Your hands on me, Pressing hard against your jeans Your tongue in my mouth Tryin to keep the words from comin out You didn't care to know Who else may have been here before I want a lover I don't have to love I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk Where's the kid with the chemicals? I thought I'd meet him here But I'm not sure I got the money if you got the time You said it feels good I said , "I'll give it a try" Then my mind went dark We both forgot where your car was parked So let's take the train I'll meet up with the band in the morning Bad actors, with bad habits Some sad singers They just play tragic And the phone's ringin And the band's leavin Let's just keep touching... Let's just... keep on singing I want a lover I don't have to love I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk Yea, where's the kid with the chemicals? I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full I need a meaning I can memorize The kind I have always seems to slip my mind But you... You write such pretty words But life's no story book Love's an excuse to get hurt And to hurt... Do you like to hurt? I do, I do Then hurt me Then hurt me Didn't hurt me It didn't hurt me It didn't hurt me It didn't hurt me It didn't hurt me Я выделила тебя Из толпы и заговорила с тобой, Сказала, что мне нравятся твои туфли, Ты ответил: «Спасибо, можно я пойду с тобой?» А сейчас, наверху, Где никто не надоедают любопытные взгляды, Я налила немного вина. Когда я спросила, как тебя зовут, Ты спросил, который час. Уже два часа, Клуб закрыт, Мы наверху в многоэтажке. Ты обнимаешь меня, Я прижимаюсь к твоим джинсам, Наши языки переплелись. Пытаюсь сдержать слова, что рвутся наружу, А ты даже не позаботился узнать, Кто, возможно, был здесь до тебя. Я хочу любовника, которого можно не любить, Я хочу парня, настолько пьяного, что он не может говорить. Где тот малыш с химикатами? Я думала, что встречу его здесь, Но я не уверена. У меня есть деньги, если у тебя есть время, Ты сказал, что это неплохо, Я ответила: «Что ж, я попробую...» А потом мои мысли спутались, Мы оба забыли, где стоит твоя машина, Так что поедем на поезде. Утром я встречусь с группой – Плохие актёры с плохими привычками, Несколько печальных вокалистов, Они просто разыгрывают трагедию. И телефон звонит, И группа уезжает, Давай просто прикасаться и дальше, Давай просто… продолжим петь. Я хочу любовника, которого можно не любить, Я хочу парня, настолько пьяного, что он не может говорить. Где тот малыш с химикатами? Я голодна, и кажется, что не смогу насытиться, Мне нужен смысл, который я смогу усвоить. Мой характер, кажется, всегда уносит мысли в сторону, Но ты… Ты писал такие прекрасные слова, Но жизнь – не сборник рассказов, Любовь – оправдание причиняемой боли, А причинять боль… Тебе нравится причинять боль? Мне – да, да, Так причиняй мне боль, Причиняй мне боль… Меня это не задело, Это меня не задело, Это меня не задело, Это меня не задело, Это меня не задело. Смотрите также:
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I picked you out
Of a crowd and talked to you
Said I liked your shoes
You said "Thanks can I follow you?"
Now it's up the stairs
And out of view, no prying eyes
I poured some wine
When I asked your name,
You asked the time
Now it's 2 o'clock
The club is closed
We are up the block
Your hands on me,
Pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth
Tryin to keep the words from comin out
You didn't care to know
Who else may have been here before
I want a lover I don't have to love
I don’t want to talk
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought I'd meet him here
But i'm not sure
I got the money if you got the time
You said it feels good
I said, "I'll give it a try"
Then my mind went dark
We both forgot where your car was parked
So let's take the train
I'll meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors, with bad habits
Some sad singers
They just play tragic
And the phone's ringin
And the band's leavin
Let's just keep touching ...
Let's just ... keep on singing
I want a lover I don't have to love
I don’t want to talk
Yea, where's the kid with the chemicals?
I got a hunger
I need a meaning i can memorize
My mind
But you ...
You write such pretty words
But life's no story book
Love's an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt ...
Do you like to hurt?
I do i do
Then hurt me
Then hurt me
Didnt hurt me
It didn't hurt me
It didn't hurt me
It didn't hurt me
It didn't hurt me
I singled you out
From the crowd and spoke to you,
She said that I like your shoes,
You replied: "Thank you, may I go with you?"
And now, upstairs,
Where no one bothers curious glances,
I poured some wine.
When I asked your name,
You asked what time it is.
Two hours already
The club is closed,
We are upstairs in a high-rise building.
You hug me
I cling to your jeans,
Our languages are intertwined.
I try to keep words that rush out,
And you did not even care to find out
Who may have been here before you.
I want a lover who can not love,
I want a guy so drunk that he can't talk.
Where is that kid with chemicals?
I thought I would meet him here,
But I'm not sure.
I have money, if you have time,
You said it was nice
I replied: "Well, I will try ..."
And then my thoughts were confused,
We both forgot where your car is,
So we will go by train.
In the morning I will meet with the group -
Bad actors with bad habits,
A few sad vocalists,
They just act out the tragedy.
And the phone is ringing
And the group is leaving,
Let's just touch on,
Let's just ... continue singing.
I want a lover who can not love,
I want a guy so drunk that he can't talk.
Where is that kid with chemicals?
I'm hungry, and it seems that I can not get enough,
I need a meaning that I can learn.
My character always seems to carry thoughts away,
Notes…
You wrote such beautiful words
But life is not a collection of stories,
Love is the excuse for pain,
And hurt ...
Do you like to hurt?
Me - yes, yes
So hurt me,
Hurt me ...
It didn't hurt me
It didn't bother me,
It didn't bother me,
It didn't bother me,
It did not hurt me.
