(Chico Buarque, 1971) Amou daquela vez como se fosse a ultima Beijou sua mulher como se fosse a ultima E cada filho seu como se fosse o unico E atravessou
Amou daquela vez como se fosse a ultima Beijou sua mulher como se fosse a ultima E cada filho seu como se fosse o unico E atravessou a rua com seu passo
Translation: Initial Capital. Civil Construction.
Translation: Chico Buarque. Construction.
Translation: Bill Monroe. Fallen Angels (or the building of Chaos).
Translation: Elis Regina. Construction.
This is another Missy Elliott exclusive It's all for the love But there is more things that keep a man satisfied And I know the remedy just to cure him
Yo, yo yo move out of the way, we got Missy Elliott coming through Girl that is Missy Elliott she lost a lot of weight Girl I heard she eats one cracker
DJ, please pick up your phone I?m on the request line This is a Missy Elliott one-time exclusive (Come on) Is it worth it, let me work it I put my bang
Producing From listening to records I just knew what to do, I mainly taught myself And, you know, I did pretty well Except there were a few mistakes
Father to son, husband to wife Brother to brother, black man to white Living together, falling apart Looking for the common ground in every human heart
Is it worth it A new winter coat and shoes for the wife And a bicycle on the boy's birthday It's just a rumour that was spread around town By the women
I set my shoulder to a brand new groove Building the city of light Something wonderful on the move Building the city of light I'm laying roots, planting
My life is a sentence that carries no pardon, I can't put you out of my misery now. So stunned by the beauty of this madhouse garden - I've taken my chances
Success serenades me And pressures at the door Broken promise, debris Lie around from my mind war And my accomplishments interrogating me Today's become
Children be careful when playing with matches Everything's dry and ready to burn Lord Lord The neighbors are cooking out in the backyard Just two doors
Started out texting out further I know that you got a man I'm like why bother How she's like nigger what's up She said her man ain't showing no love Told
(Lyrics: G.Thorpe, C.Albert // Music: M.McGee, G.Thorpe) Lock the door - throw away the key Shut them out of reality Made the twisted more insane Locked
