100 lyrics for "Out of me (out of me)"
Sometimes we sing, sometimes we play, sometimes we scat But most of all it's how you feel about the groove A little jazz is just a bit of this and that And when it's groovin', how the groove makes you move Jazz music sprouted rock and roll It was the
PlayWork in a little sunshine overtime Checking on out out of that nine to five Sandy streets and the windows down Hair free in the breeze getting all unwound Jump in the water go weekend wild Get wrapped up in an old beach towel Break out out tequila salt and the
PlayOver there in the shadows, hangin' out in the corner of my mind Stringing up the gallows, waiting for me to cross that line That man's dangerous as hell, a threat to himself, If he got out out there'd be hell to pay. And that's why, my dark side, don't ever
PlayMama said I was bad, I did something to her head. Well, I was born on a Sunday; on Thursday I had me a job. I was born on a Sunday; by Thursday I was workin' out on the job. I ain't never had no day off since I learned right from wrong. And poppa threw
PlayOh, she takes care of herself, she can wait if she wants She's ahead of her time Oh, she never gives out out and she never gives in She just changes her mind She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
PlayI'm not happy to be here I'm not happy to meet you I couldn't care about your relatives, no I Couldn't give a damn, no I Couldn't give a damn I need five free minutes for myself No time better than right now All packed up, the people gone All tucked in,
PlayBig city, big city nights You keep me burning Always yearning When the daylight is falling down into the night And the sharks try to cut a big piece out out of life It feels alright to go out out to catch an outrageous thrill But it's more like spinning wheels
PlayBlame it on my youth. If I cried a little bit When first I learned the truth, Don't blame it on my heart, If I expected love when first we kissed, If only for you I did exist, I believed in everything, Like a child of three, You meant more than anything,
PlayYou're the best thing about me Why am I walking away? The best things are easy to destroy The best thing that ever happened a boy I'm the kind of trouble that you enjoy Walking away When you look so good, the pain in your face doesn't show When you look
PlayUm ba ba be It's the terror of knowing what the world is about Watching some good friends screaming Pressure on people, people on streets People on streets This is our last dance Mmm num ba de Dum bum ba be Doo buh dum ba beh beh
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