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2. The Dead South - In Hell I'll Be In Good Company
3. Álvaro Soler - A Contracorriente (ft. David Bisbal)
Ed Sheeran - Blow (with Chris Stapleton and Bruno Mars)
Előadó: | Ed Sheeran |
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Album: | Keressük! |
Szövegírók: |
Bruno Mars Frank Rogers Ed Sheeran Chris Stapleton |
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Zeneszerzők: |
Bruno Mars Frank Rogers Ed Sheeran Chris Stapleton |
Kiadó: | Keressük! |
Stílus: | Keressük! |
Címkék: | Keressük! |
Megtekintve: Ma 1, összesen 40 alkalommal
Dalszöveg
I'm feelin' like a bullet
Jumpin' out a gun
I'm feelin' like a winner
I feel like the one
You're doing somethin' to me
You're doing somethin' strange
Well, jump back, talk to me, woman
You make me wanna make a baby, baby
Supernatural woman
Supernatural freak
Don't know what you're doin'
Got me feelin' weak
Oh, I wanna call you fever, baby
You can set a fire on me
Hot damn, pop it like a pistol, mama
You got me down on my knees, begging please
I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you, yeah
Locked, loaded, shoot my shot tonight
I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you
Pull my trigger, let me blow your mind
You red leather rocket
You little foxy queen
Everybody's watching
Pretty little thing
Baby, tell me, what's your fantasy?
Come closer, let's talk about it
You want white lines in a limousine
Whipped cream, and everything in between, yeah
I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you, yeah
Locked, loaded, shoot my shot tonight
I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you
Pull my trigger, let me blow your mind
I'm comin', baby
Jumpin' out a gun
I'm feelin' like a winner
I feel like the one
You're doing somethin' to me
You're doing somethin' strange
Well, jump back, talk to me, woman
You make me wanna make a baby, baby
Supernatural woman
Supernatural freak
Don't know what you're doin'
Got me feelin' weak
Oh, I wanna call you fever, baby
You can set a fire on me
Hot damn, pop it like a pistol, mama
You got me down on my knees, begging please
I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you, yeah
Locked, loaded, shoot my shot tonight
I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you
Pull my trigger, let me blow your mind
You red leather rocket
You little foxy queen
Everybody's watching
Pretty little thing
Baby, tell me, what's your fantasy?
Come closer, let's talk about it
You want white lines in a limousine
Whipped cream, and everything in between, yeah
I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you, yeah
Locked, loaded, shoot my shot tonight
I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you
Pull my trigger, let me blow your mind
I'm comin', baby
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