MUZ Muziek
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quote:Op vrijdag 29 september 2006 00:24 schreef bukgeit het volgende:
Sia - Breathe Me (Four Tet Remix)
Belle & Sebastian - White Collar Boy
You’re a white collar boy and you gave into the law
Give in to the pressure the cops gonna getcha
You were a thieving dog at work until they caught your little paw
Your wage won’t stretch, to picking up checks
A custodial sentence you narrowly avoided
Community service you had to go along with
You’re banging the rocks at the old city docks
Poor boy poor boy poor boy poor boy
You were chained to a girl that would kill you with a look
It’s a nice way to die she’s so easy on the eye
She said let’s get away, but you played it by the book
You’re a warden’s pet, she’s a screaming suffragette
“We ain’t in prison, we’ll just finish up and go home”
She said, “Not for me, I’ve got plans for later on”
So she belted the sarge and she jumped on a barge
You fell, you fell you fell you fell
White collar, got dirt in your pants
You got egg in your hair
You got spit in your chin
White collar, scared to be bored
Blue Collar, she’s opening doors
White collar boy, on the run from the law
She said “You ain’t ugly, you can kiss me if you like”
Go ahead and kiss her, you don’t know what you’re missing
You said “Baby, you’re special,
But there’s something not quite right.”
She’s a Venus in flares and you wanna split hairs!
“I am innocent, you are a rocket.
Things were ok till you took out the copper”
Leave me alone, and get used to the chains
You’re a pain, a pain, a pain, a pain
White collar, got dirt in your pants
You got egg in your hair
You got spit in your chin
White collar, scared to be bored
Blue Collar, she’s opening doors
White collar boy, on the run from the law
Precious - Depeche Mode
Soms...
Soms heel even bekruipt je het gevoel,
dat mensen niet snappen hoe je je voelt.
Soms heel even bekruipt je het gevoel,
dat mensen niet snappen hoe je je voelt.
