Barbra Streisand - Love

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Love is real
Real is love
Love is feeling
Feeling love
Lave is wanting to be loved
Love is touch
Touch is love
Love is reaching
Reaching love
Love is asking to be loved
Love is you
You and me
Love is knowing
We can be
Love is free
Free is love
Love is living
Living love
Love is needing
To be loved
Hum... hum...

Inne utwory

  • My heart belongs to me
  • After the rain
  • Elegance
  • Over the rainbow
  • With one look
  • Back to work
  • Just one lifetime
  • When in rome
  • Prisoner
  • He touched me
  • One big union for two
  • Some good things never last
  • Will he like me
  • Niagara
  • Somethings coming
  • A sleepin bee
  • Losowe utwory

    Queen A

    You ve got your hair,
    You ve got your style,
    You pout your lips and even smile once in a while.
    Girl you look great,
    But your a fake,
    Haven t you heard that every China Doll could break.

    Buzz Buzz little Bee, coem and land on me

    Distant vision

    On a Night As I Lay Sleeping, in a Dream I
    Saw the Shore of a Distant Land Where/
    Promise Lay in Wait/ and I Heard The
    Sound of Voices of a Million Hungry
    Souls/ Now It Comes to Me to Lead Them to the Gate

    But I Am Just a Man, Not Worthy of...

    One big union for two

    HE:
    I ve decided the only way I can woo
    Is to take a hint from the AFFL and The CIO
    SHE:
    Now you re talking, perhaps I might listen to you
    I don t say that I ll yes,
    But don t say...

    Still on it

    [Paul Wall - Intro:]
    There can be only one, Ashanti, Murder inc
    It s the houston hard hitter out the 713
    It s the peoples champ paul wall, yeah that s me
    Come take a ride with a playa outta the lone star state
    I...

    Paper made man

    Take a needle push it in starting with the eye.
    For ever time they wandered and every time they lied.
    Take a needle push it stick it through the hands,
    For every time the smoothered me for failing your demands.

    That Voodoo you do, comes back threefold on you
    That voodoo you do, my paper-made...