I need something to change your mind, mind I need something to change your mind, mind I need something to change your mind, mind I need something to change your mind, mind
would say something But you'd have to wait a while Well, the lady don't mind No, no, no, the lady don't mind She just turns her head and disappears I
Översättning: Talking Heads. Mind.
Översättning: Talking Heads. Lady har inget emot.
freak like Cirque Du Soleil That's word to my flag, and my flag red I'm out of my head, bitch I'm outta my mind from the bottom I climb You aint hotter
callin' Stop callin' I don't wanna think anymore I got my head and my heart on the dancefloor Stop callin' Stop callin' I don't wanna talk anymore I got my head
EVERYBODY TAKE IT OFF! Stop callin' Stop callin' I don't wanna think anymore I got my head and my heart on the dancefloor Stop callin' Stop callin' I don't wanna talk anymore I got my head
single word I've said ! My fear is, he's in over his head He could lose control, And that I dread There has been talk They say he's gone too far
got this game on dead bolt Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off Real nigga all day and tomorrow But these motherfuckers talkin' crazy like
proportion have fallen sloppy dead And the white knight is talking backwards And the red queen's off with her head Remember what the dormouse said ?Feed your head, feed your head
t beat me if you bitches tried. Either you high or sippin' that shit Wayne on I get top dollar for whateva my name on Go stick your head in a tornado --
m to do I don't know where you stand What's inside of your head All this thinking of you Is that what you're doing too You're always on my mind I talk
remember one year My mom took me school shopping It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister All hopped in the car We headed
I want her to feel it in her chest I want her to feel it in her soul I want her to lose control Mary, talk to 'em [Mary] I Yeah I You takin'
for the street Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street Nevertheless, we split your head
need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'mma need to see your fuckin' hands The best living or dead, hands down, huh? Less talk, more head right
My clothes don't hang in the mall This sh-t fresh off from the plane from Milan Good head, can't name the salon But I swear I just came in her mind Gotta
