MUZ Muziek
Het forum voor 's werelds enige universele hobby! Snaren of toetsen, vinyl of cd, eendagsvlieg of rasartiest, op de radio of op een festival! Hier kun je al je ongebreideld enthousiasme, maar ook je weldoordachte kritische noten kwijt over muziek
Women think Im tasty, but theyre always tryin to waste me
And make me burn the candle right down,
But baby, baby, I dont need no jewels in my crown.
cause all you women is low down gamblers,
Cheatin like I dont know how,
But baby, baby, theres fever in the funk house now.
This low down bitchin got my poor feet a itchin,
You know you know the duece is still wild.
Baby, I cant stay, you got to roll me
And call me the tumblin dice.
Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry,
Dont you see the time flashin by.
Honey, got no money,
Im all sixes and sevens and nines.
Say now, baby, Im the rank outsider,
You can be my partner in crime.
But baby, I cant stay,
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin,
Roll me and call me the tumblin dice.
Oh, my, my, my, Im the lone crap shooter,
Playin the field evry night.
Baby, cant stay,
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin dice, (call me the tumblin)
Got to roll me, got to roll me, got to roll me (oh yeah)
Got to roll me. got to roll me, got to roll me ( keep on rolling, keep on rolling)
And make me burn the candle right down,
But baby, baby, I dont need no jewels in my crown.
cause all you women is low down gamblers,
Cheatin like I dont know how,
But baby, baby, theres fever in the funk house now.
This low down bitchin got my poor feet a itchin,
You know you know the duece is still wild.
Baby, I cant stay, you got to roll me
And call me the tumblin dice.
Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry,
Dont you see the time flashin by.
Honey, got no money,
Im all sixes and sevens and nines.
Say now, baby, Im the rank outsider,
You can be my partner in crime.
But baby, I cant stay,
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin,
Roll me and call me the tumblin dice.
Oh, my, my, my, Im the lone crap shooter,
Playin the field evry night.
Baby, cant stay,
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin dice, (call me the tumblin)
Got to roll me, got to roll me, got to roll me (oh yeah)
Got to roll me. got to roll me, got to roll me ( keep on rolling, keep on rolling)
Stones, Police, Three Degrees, Falco, Lennon. Leuk uurtje komt eraan.
url?quote:Op dinsdag 26 december 2006 21:57 schreef MadMaster het volgende:
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Dat gebruik ik nu dan ook niet...
Qua energie zijn ze nog jong heb ik in juli ervarenquote:Op dinsdag 26 december 2006 22:01 schreef MrBadGuy het volgende:
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Toen ze nog jong waren, lang, lang geleden
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Het eerste, is een test van omroep.nl wat ze (nog niet) aan de grote klok willen hangen.quote:Op dinsdag 26 december 2006 22:04 schreef nipeng het volgende:
De stones toen ze nog niet zo slecht waren.
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Aha test urltje of een private feed. No problem.
Maarre... dank voor je begrip...
Oh heerlijk, Dirty Old Man!
Als het pannen van daken waait
Als het gras naar je voeten graait
Als de wind langs je wangen aait, hier ben ik
Als het gras naar je voeten graait
Als de wind langs je wangen aait, hier ben ik
Dirty
You're a dirty ol' man
You can't keep your hands to yourself
You're a dirty ol' man
Go mess around with somebody else
That I've done told you
You can look but please don't touch
'Cause you don't understand what I mean
Can't you see I'm not old enough
You say that age ain't nothing but a number - number
You're much too experienced for me
Ooh, all you wanna do is take my love
All you want is another victory
You dirty ol' man, you can't keep your hands to yourself
You're a dirty ol' man, go mess around with somebody else
Next time you see me
You can speak but please don't stuck
'Cause I believed every word you said
And here I am with a broken heart
Don't run your game down, don't waste it on me, no, no, no, no, no
'Cause you're a married man and I'm still free
Ooh, all you wanna do is take my love
All you want is another victory
You dirty ol' man, you can't keep your hands to yourself
Dirty ol' man, go mess around with somebody else
Dirty, dirty, dirty ol' man - yeah
A dirty, dirty, dirty ol' man - yeah ....
You're a dirty ol' man
You can't keep your hands to yourself
You're a dirty ol' man
Go mess around with somebody else
That I've done told you
You can look but please don't touch
'Cause you don't understand what I mean
Can't you see I'm not old enough
You say that age ain't nothing but a number - number
You're much too experienced for me
Ooh, all you wanna do is take my love
All you want is another victory
You dirty ol' man, you can't keep your hands to yourself
You're a dirty ol' man, go mess around with somebody else
Next time you see me
You can speak but please don't stuck
'Cause I believed every word you said
And here I am with a broken heart
Don't run your game down, don't waste it on me, no, no, no, no, no
'Cause you're a married man and I'm still free
Ooh, all you wanna do is take my love
All you want is another victory
You dirty ol' man, you can't keep your hands to yourself
Dirty ol' man, go mess around with somebody else
Dirty, dirty, dirty ol' man - yeah
A dirty, dirty, dirty ol' man - yeah ....
Leuk nummer toch hoor...
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Er war ein punker
Und er lebte in der großen stadt
Es war in wien, war vienna
Wo er alles tat
Er hatte schulden denn er trank
Doch ihn liebten alle frauen
Und jede rief:
Come and rock me amadeus
Er war superstar
Er war populär
Er war so exaltiert
Because er hatte flair
Er war ein virtuose
War ein rockidol
Und alles rief:
Come and rock me amadeus
Amadeus, amadeus...
Es war um 1780
Und es war in wien
No plastic money anymore
Die banken gegen ihn
Woher die schulden kamen
War wohl jedermann bekannt
Er war ein mann der frauen
Frauen liebten seinen punk
Er war superstar
Er war populär
Er war so exaltiert
Because er hatte flair
Er war ein virtuose
War ein rockidol
Und alles rief:
Come and rock me amadeus
Amadeus, amadeus...
Und er lebte in der großen stadt
Es war in wien, war vienna
Wo er alles tat
Er hatte schulden denn er trank
Doch ihn liebten alle frauen
Und jede rief:
Come and rock me amadeus
Er war superstar
Er war populär
Er war so exaltiert
Because er hatte flair
Er war ein virtuose
War ein rockidol
Und alles rief:
Come and rock me amadeus
Amadeus, amadeus...
Es war um 1780
Und es war in wien
No plastic money anymore
Die banken gegen ihn
Woher die schulden kamen
War wohl jedermann bekannt
Er war ein mann der frauen
Frauen liebten seinen punk
Er war superstar
Er war populär
Er war so exaltiert
Because er hatte flair
Er war ein virtuose
War ein rockidol
Und alles rief:
Come and rock me amadeus
Amadeus, amadeus...
Falco!
Yvonne riep ergens: Static is gewoon Static, je leeft met hem of niet.
Geen verborgen agenda's, trouw, grote muil, lief hartje, bang voor bloed, scheld FA's graag uit voor lul.
Op dinsdag 26 oktober 2021 16:46 schreef Elan het volgende:
Hier sta ik dan weer niet van te kijken Zelfs het virus is bang voor jou.
Geen verborgen agenda's, trouw, grote muil, lief hartje, bang voor bloed, scheld FA's graag uit voor lul.
Op dinsdag 26 oktober 2021 16:46 schreef Elan het volgende:
Hier sta ik dan weer niet van te kijken Zelfs het virus is bang voor jou.
Beide kinderen hebben de koptelefoons ingepikt voor de Nintendo DS-en, dus mijn buren doen gezellig mee.
Als het pannen van daken waait
Als het gras naar je voeten graait
Als de wind langs je wangen aait, hier ben ik
Als het gras naar je voeten graait
Als de wind langs je wangen aait, hier ben ik
Ill never be your beast of burden
My back is broad but its a hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me
Ill never be your beast of burden
Ive walked for miles my feet are hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me
Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
Im not too blind to see
Ill never be your beast of burden
So lets go home and draw the curtains
Music on the radio
Come on baby make sweet love to me
Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
Im not too blind to see
Oh little sister
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, girl
Youre a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Pretty, pretty
Such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Come on baby please, please, please
Ill tell ya
You can put me out
On the street
Put me out
With no shoes on my feet
But, put me out, put me out
Put me out of misery
Yeah, all your sickness
I can suck it up
Throw it all at me
I can shrug it off
Theres one thing baby
That I dont understand
You keep on telling me
I aint your kind of man
Aint I rough enough, ooh baby
Aint I tough enough
Aint I rich enough, in love enough
Ooh! ooh! please
Ill never be your beast of burden
Ill never be your beast of burden
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
I dont need no beast of burden
I need no fussing
I need no nursing
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
