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Tytuł: Don't stop swaying

  • Wykonawca: Sophie B. Hawkins
  • Wy¶wietleń: 237
I saw you there
   All I wanted was to start with you
   Was the hardest thing I ever had to do
   Till I made you care
  
   Yo brother
   You sure heard me
   Banging on the big drums for your love
   You called me baby then
   Talked to me like your best friend
   When the time was right you were so good
   Asked me what I like
   And I said
  
   Don't stop swaying baby
   You soothe my soul and I stop searching
   When I get lost in the rhythm
   Everything stops hurting
   Don't stop swaying baby
   Take it slow
   And I keep yearning
  
   Again I fall
   Lighter than the morning dew
   Fresh
   'Cause I always never knew
   What I'm stumbling on
  
   Yo sister
   You sure heard me
   Singing in the rain for some love
   You took me unaware
   Said things to make me care
   Now the time is ripe and you're so good
   Ask me what I like and I say
  
   Don't stop swaying baby
   You soothe my soul and I stop searching
   When I get lost in the rhythm
   Everything stops hurting
   Don't stop swaying baby
   Take it slow
   And I keep yearning
  
   Spoken:
   Hansel and Gretel are holding hands deep in the forest. They are lost. This is
   their own story. The two have fallen in love, and so, after a long quietness
   amidst the creatures of the night, they begin to kiss. Traveling like heat
   through each other's bodies, they pass through centuries of insecurity and into
   a rhythm where they are not afraid.
   (Don't stop swaying baby...)
   Mamma has led these children into the wild unknown for reasons, known, with
   father's help, of course, they tried very hard to get back home, but of course,
   they could not.
   (Don't stop swaying baby...)
   And so, they find themselves through the darkness, through the sadness, making
   love, making peace, making music. They find themselves, through the chaos,
   making sense. This is what they want. This is who they are. These are the
   things they need.
   (Don't stop swaying baby...)