Marketing
Talkin' about a revolution
...predobra pjesma od Tarcy Chapman...
...dobih njezin cede neki dan...savršenstvo, fala Bogu 
...danas načuh nešto o funky situationu u močvari...
...nadam se da će moji debeli batci dohodat do tamo
...majkl đekson se nikako ne smije propustiti 
...a i otac će da brata i mene ostavi same doma prek vikenada...
...majka u austrliJi, on na selu, buraz i ja...ŽURKA!!!!!
...eto, čekam katju da me nazove pa da s krilcima odemo u grad
...nismo dugo privlačile pažnju svojom pojavom...
...joj, ne, lažem...neki dan smo bile vani...
...najbolje mi je ono : cure, kaj nisu maškare prošle? 
...pa zar ljudi ne mogu izmislit nekaj novo?...
...onaj slogan postaje zbilja dosadan...
...ljudi su stvarno nemaštoviti...
...nego, kao i uvijek ne znam što da natipkam...
...evo, za kraj pjesma... 
Billy-Ray was a preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along
When they'd gather 'round and started talkin'
Is when Billy would take me walkin'
A' through the backyard we'd go walkin'
And then he'd look into my eyes
And lord knows to my surprise
The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, yes he was
Oh, yes he was
Being good isn't always easy
No matter how hard I'd try
When he started sweet-talkin' to me
He'd come and tell me everything is all right
He'd kiss and tell me everything is all right
And can we get away again tonight?
The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, yes he was
Oh, yes he was
Post je objavljen 05.05.2007. u 10:19 sati.