If I could fly....

Više od nekoliko puta mi se dogodilo da mi se izbriše post.I to PRIJE nego što ga uopće objavin!
Ma divno ne?E da ono što je bilo napisano u prijašnjim postevima više nije točno.Naime tu se radilo o tome ko mi se sviđa.E pa ko što san rekla ono nije točan podatak i da ne zaboravin napisati....Nera ne rugaj se....sviđa mi se skejter....nije niko iz Zadra.Pa evo pisma za him....

Skaterboy

He was a boy,she was a girl
can I make it anymore
obvious?
He was a punk,she did ballet
what more can i say

he wanted her,she'd never tell
secretly she wanted him as well
all of her friends,stuck up
their nose
they had a problem with his
baggy chlotes

he was a skater boy
she said see you later boy
he wasnt good enough for her
she had a pretty face
but her head was up in space
she needed to come back down
to earth

five years from now
she sits at home
feeding the baby she's all
alone

she turns on tv and guess who she sees
skater boy rockin on MTV
she calls up her friends,they allready know
they all got tickets to see his show

she tags along
stands in the crowd
looking up at the man she turned down

he was a skater boy
she said see you later boy
he wasnt good enough for her
now he's a superstar
slamming on his guitar
does your pretty face see what he's worth?

sorry girl but you missed out
well tough luck that boys mine now
we are more than just good friends
and this is how the story ends
too bad that you couldn't see
see the man that boy could bee
there is more then meets the eye,
I see the soul that is inside.

He's just a boy, and I'm just a girl.
Can I make it anymore obvious?
We are in love, haven't you heard?
How we rock each others worlds..

I'm with the skater boy, I said see you later boy.
I'll be backstage after the show.
I'll be at the studio singing that song we wrote,
About a girl you used to know.

dobro a sad još jedna song....ali ne o skejteru....

.........Balkan........

jednog dana nema me da nikada ne dođem
prijatelje koje znam ne poznajem kad prođem
kao da me nikada na svijetu nije bilo
kao da me nikada njezino tijelo nije htilo

moja kita miruje a furala bi furke
lepe dekle moderne ne padaju na zurke
brijem bradu brkove da ličim na pankrte
još da imam fendera vidio bi svirke

balkane,balkane,balkane moj budi mi silan i dobro mi stoj

mi smo ljudi cigani sudbinom prokleti
uvijek netko oko nas dođe pa nam prijeti
ni bendovi nisu više kao što su bili
moj se amaterski priprema da snimi

balkane,balkane,balkane moj budi mi silan i dobro mi stoj

A sad bi tu ka ono triba doći slajd?
I oće....he,he



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