English songs with lyrics

I thought that things like this get better with timeBut I still need you, why is that?You’re the only image in my mindSo I still see you aroundI miss you, like everydayWanna be with you, ادامه مطلب

[Verse 1]If I were a boyEven just for a dayI’d roll out of bed in the mornin’And throw on what I wanted, then goDrink beer with the guysAnd chase after girlsI’d kick it with who ادامه مطلب

I told you how you hurt me, babyBut you don’t careNow I’m crying and deserted, babyBut you don’t careAin’t nobody tell me this is loveWhen you’re immune to all my painI need you to tell ادامه مطلب

[Verse 1]Remember those walls I built?Well, baby, they’re tumblin’ downAnd they didn’t even put up a fightThey didn’t even make a soundI found a way to let you inBut I never really had a doubtStandin’ ادامه مطلب

Ay, ay, ayNobody likes being playedOh, Beyoncé, BeyoncéOh, Shakira, Shakira (hey)He said (I’m) worth it, (his) one desireI know things about ’em that you wouldn’t wanna read about(He) kissed me, his one and only (yes), ادامه مطلب

Know we’re jumpin’ the gun, but we’re both still youngOne day, we won’t beDidn’t know what I want ’til I saw your faceSaid goodbye to the old meCame out of nowhere, didn’t give no warnin’Pedal ادامه مطلب

… Yes! So crazy right now!Most incredibly, it’s your girl, BIt’s your boy, YoungYou ready?… Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-no-no (oww!)Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-no-noOh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-no-noOh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-no-no… Geah! History in the makingPart two!It’s ادامه مطلب

[TIMON]I can see what’s happening [PUMBAA, spoken]I can’t! What? [TIMON]And they don’t have a clue [PUMBAA, spoken]Who’s “they”? [TIMON]They’ll fall in love, and here’s the bottom lineOur trio’s down to two [PUMBAA, spoken]Oh, I get ادامه مطلب

Y’all haters corny with thatIlluminati messPaparazzi, catch my flyAnd my cocky freshI’m so reckless when I rockMy Givenchy dress (stylin’)I’m so possessiveSo I rock his Roc necklacesMy daddy Alabama, momma LouisianaYou mix that negro with ادامه مطلب

I’ve been drinking, I’ve been drinkingI get filthy when that liquor get into meI’ve been thinking, I’ve been thinkingWhy can’t I keep my fingers off you, baby?I want you, na naWhy can’t I keep my ادامه مطلب