English songs with lyrics

Elvis is my daddy, Marilyn’s my motherJesus is my bestest friendWe don’t need nobody, ’cause we got each otherOr at least I pretend We get down every Friday nightDancin’ and grindin’ in the pale moonlightGrand ادامه مطلب

She wore blue velvetBluer than velvet was the nightSofter than satin was the lightFrom the stars She wore blue velvetBluer than velvet were her eyesWarmer than May, her tender sighsLove was ours Ours a love ادامه مطلب

Blue jeans, white shirtWalked into the room you know you made my eyes burnIt was like, James Dean, for sureYou’re so fresh to death and sick as c-cancerYou were sorta punk rock, I grew up ادامه مطلب

There’s a picture on the wall of me on a John DeereJenny handed me a beer, said, “How the hell did you get there?”OklahomaMm, mmThere were flowers that were dry, sittin’ on the dresserShe asked ادامه مطلب

I paint my nails blackI dye my hair a darker shade of brown‘Cause you like your women Spanish, dark, strong and proudI paint the sky blackYou said if you could have your wayYou’d make it ادامه مطلب

[Chorus]With your big eyesAnd your big liesWith your big eyesAnd your big lies [Verse 1]I saw you creeping around the garden; what are you hiding?I beg your pardon, don’t tell me “nothing”I used to think ادامه مطلب

Gargoyles standing at the front of your gateTrying to tell me to waitBut I can’t wait to see youSo I run, like I’m mad, to heaven’s doorI don’t wanna be badI won’t cheat you no ادامه مطلب

[Verse 1]Let’s keep it simple, babeDon’t make it complicatedDon’t tell me to be glad when I’m sadI really hate thatI try not to be badEccentricity’s holding me backIf I could be more like you, I ادامه مطلب

Club queen on the downtown sceneProwling around at nightYou’re not mean, you just want to be seenWant to be wildA little party never hurt no one, that’s why it’s alrightYou want in but you just ادامه مطلب

My body is a map of L.A.I stand straight like an angel with a haloHangin’ out the Hilton Hotel windowScreamin’, “Hey, baby, let’s go”My chest, the Sierra MadreMy hips, every high and bywayThat you trace ادامه مطلب