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Insatiable When moonlight crawls along the street Chasing away the summer heat Footsteps outside somewhere below The world revolves I let it go We build our church above this street We practice love between these sheets The candy sweetness scent of you It bathes my skin I'm stained by you And all I have to do is hold you There's a racing in my heart I am barely touching you Turn the lights down low Take it off Let me show My love for you Insatiable Turn me on Never stop Wanna taste every drop My love for you Insatiable The moonlight plays upon your skin A kiss that lingers takes me in I fall asleep inside of you There are no words There's only truth Breathe in Breathe out There is no sound We move together up and down We levitate our bodies soar Our feet don't even touch the floor And nobody knows you like I do The world doesn't understand But I grow stronger in your hands Turn the lights down low Take it off Let me show My love for you Insatiable Turn me on Never stop Wanna taste every drop My love for you Insatiable Turn the lights down low Take it off Let me show My love for you Insatiable Turn me on Never stop Wanna taste every drop My love for you Insatiable We never sleep we're always holdin' hands Kissin' for hours talkin' makin' plans I feel like a better man Just being in the same room We never sleep there's just so much to do Too much to say Can't close my eyes when I'm with you Insatiable the way I'm loving you Turn the lights down low Take it off Let me show My love for you Insatiable Turn me on Never stop Wanna taste every drop My love for you Insatiable Turn the lights down low Take it off Let me show My love for you Insatiable Turn me on Never stop Wanna taste every drop My love for you Insatiable (Words and Music by Walter Afanasieff and Darren Hayes) You're Still The One (When I first saw you, I saw love. And the first time you touched me, I felt love. And after all this time, you're still the one I love.) Looks like we made it Look how far we've come my baby We mighta took the long way We knew we'd get there someday They said, "I bet they'll never make it" But just look at us holding on We're still together still going strong You're still the one I run to The one that I belong to You're still the one I want for life You're still the one that I love The only one I dream of You're still the one I kiss good night Ain't nothin' better We beat the odds together I'm glad we didn't listen Look at what we would be missin' I'm so glad we made it Look how far we've come my baby Written by Shania Twain and Mutt Lange. Just The Way You Are Don't go changing, trying to please me You never let me down before I don't imagine you're too familiar And I don't see you anymore I would not leave you in times of trouble We never could have come this far I took the good times, I'll take the bad times I'll take you just the way you are Don't go trying some new fashion Don't change the color of your hair You always have my unspoken passion Although I might not seem to care I don't want clever conversation I don't want to work that hard I just want some someone to talk to I want you just the way you are. I need to know that you will always be The same old someone that I knew What will it take till you believe in me The way that I believe in you. I said I love you and that's forever And this I promise from my heart I could not love you any better I love you just the way you are. Barry White |
Već sam zaboravila pisati blog. Nije da baš ništa nije događalo od zadnjeg puta, ali takva sam ja.. shvatila sam ovaj blog k'o igračku, a ja se svake igračke brzo zasitim. No, dobro, po prirodi sam i lijena:)
Dragi je promjenio auto, ja sam promjenila auto. Ja sam promjenila i posao, dragog nešto slično čeka (ako bude sreće). Malo smo se ovo ljeto svađali, malo smo se mirili, malo smo se durili, malo se ljubili i tako.. prođe ljeto. Apropo auta, veli dragi da ga moramo krstiti. Pa smo razmatrali odlaske na neke naše stare fukodrome. No, zaključili smo da smo mi ipak ljudi u godinama (ustvari konfomisti:) Nije da nije bilo slatko "hvatat" se po autu, ali sad si nekako to ne mogu zamisliti. Onda nam je bilo dovoljno imati auto i u njemu: kliješta, rolu wc papira, jamničku i čokoladu. Možda vam je sve jasno osim onog s kliještima? Jok, nisu bile u pitanju nikakve sadističke perverzne igrice, već su kliješta služila kao alat za spuštanje sica pošto se onaj kotačić potrgao. Eto, to nam je prije par godina bilo dovoljno za "sreću". A danas nam trebaju slijedeći uvjeti (da ne velim visinske pripreme): mir i tišina, odgledani svi filmovi na teveju, dakle oko pola 2 u noći, temeljito pranje (takoreći sterilni uvjeti), krevet s dobrim madracem, kupaona s toplom vodom u bojleru, ručnici mali i veliki, čisti veš prije i poslije, spuštene rolete + navučene zavjese (za svaki slučaj), wc pod obavezno, plahte, deke, poploni itd itd. Nakon toga pražnjenje frižidera i još malo teveja prije spavanja. Eto, čovjeku s godinama (ili u godinama) treba puno više za "sreću":) Doduše, često istu razinu "sreće" postižemo tako da preskočimo sve do "pražnjenje frižidera i još malo teveja prije spavanja":) E da, bili smo i na jednoj svadbi. Katastrofa je preblaga riječ. Nisam ljubitelj narodnjaka, ali jebeš svadbu na kojoj se svira jazz, Oliver, i tako u krug. Na Olivera sam jednostavno alergična. Što se mene tiče, tom starom prdonji i kenjkavcu bih zabranila da otvori usta. Da mi je netko pričao, ne bih vjerovala. Jedva smo dočekali ponoć da predamo omotnicu i zbrišemo. Odmah sam rekla dragom da na našoj svadbi nema šanse za takva preseravanja s muzikom. Bogme bi se prašili i Bešlić i Kuliš i Tozovac i štatijaznam, uglavnom stari dobri narodnjaci, ove nove niti znam a niti ih podnosim. Pošto on prezire narodnjake, može lijepo otić doma spavat, nije bed. Glavno da potpiše, poslije je slobodan. No to je samo hipotetički, pošto od naše svadbe još ni S. To mu je valjda u idućoj petoljetki, ipak je to zahtjeva gruntanje i razmatranje još nekoliko godinica. A najvjerojatnije ćemo ipak prvo pričekat njegovu penziju, jel. Eto, morat ću se oženit za penionera, eh.. što je ljubav. A još studiram! Komentiraj... (7)
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