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Lyrics

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

ponedjeljak, 16.10.2006. (01:10)


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!

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