I’ve got sunshine
On a cloudy day.
When it’s cold outside,
I’ve got the month of May.
Well, I guess you’ll say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl. (My girl, my girl)
Talkin’ ‘bout my girl. (My girl)
I’ve got so much honey
The bees envy me.
I’ve got a sweeter songThan the birds in the trees.
Well, I guess you’ll say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl. (My girl, my girl)
Talkin’ ‘bout my girl. (My girl)
Ooooh, Hoooo.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey.
I don’t need no money,
Fortune or fame.
I’ve got all the riches, baby,
One man can claim.
Well, I guess you’ll say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl. (My girl, my girl)
Talkin’ ‘bout my girl. (My girl)
Talkin’ bout my girl.
I’ve got sushine on cloudy day
With my girl.
I’ve even got the month of May
With my girl
Cena do primeiro episódio da quinta temporada, que estréia na quarta que vem. Se não quiser saber o que vai acontecer, não assista.
Olha como a Época recebe o novo presidente americano:
Aí tu entra na matéria e eles tascam de cara:
Depois da posse mais festejada da história americana, Obama vai começar seu governo com os olhos voltados para o exemplo de Abraham Lincoln
Er…
Nothing you could say
Can tear me away from my guy
Nothing you could do
‘Cause I’m stuck like glue to my guy
I’m stickin’ to my guy
Like a stamp to a letter
Like the birds of a feather
We stick together
I’m tellin’ you from the start
I can’t be torn apart from my guy
Nothing you can do
Could make me untrue to my guy
Nothing you could buy
Could make me tell a lie to my guy
I gave my guy my word of honor
To be faithful and I’m gonna
You best be believing
I won’t be deceiving my guy
As a matter of opinion I think he’s tops
My opinion is he’s the cream of the crop
As a matter of taste to be exact
He’s my ideal as a matter of fact
No muscle bound man
Could take my hand from my guy
No handsome face
Could ever take the place of my guy
He may not be a movie star
But when it comes to being happy we are
There’s not a man today
Who could take me away from my guy
No muscle bound man
Could take my hand from my guy
No handsome face
Could ever take the place of my guy
He may not be a movie star
But when it comes to being happy we are
There’s not a man today
Who could take me away from my guy
There’s not a man today
Who could take me away from my guy
(Tell me more)
There’s not a man today
Who could take me away from my guy
Queria ver se fosse o “Créu”…
Whenever I’m with him
Something inside
Starts to burnin’
And I’m filled with desire
Could it be the devil in me
Or is this the way love’s supposed to be
Just like a heatwave
Burning in my heart
Can’t keep from cryin’
It’s tearing me apart
Whenever he calls my name
So slow, sweet and plain
I feel, yeah, yeah, well I feel that burning flame
Has my blood pressure got a hold on me
Or is this the way love’s supposed to be
Just like a heatwave
Burning in my heart
Can’t keep from cryin’
It’s tearing me apart
Sometimes I stare in space
Tears all over my face
I can’t explain it, don’t understand it
I ‘ain’t never felt like this before
But that doesn’t mean it has me amazed
I don’t know what to do, my head’s in a haze
Just like a heatwave
Burning in my heart
Can’t keep from cryin’
It’s tearing me apart
Don’t pass up this chance
This time it’s a true romance
Heatwave
Lembra daquele vídeo que eu falei no começo da semana que passou no Sci-Fi Channel antecipando o final da última fase de Battlestar Galactica? Foi pro YouTube:
O seriado volta nessa sexta – e se você não assistiu a tudo, esse é o melhor jeito de se inteirar do que está acontecendo…
(Stop)
Oh yes, wait a minute Mister Postman
(Wait)
Wait Mister Postman
Please Mister Postman, look and see
(Oh yeah)
If there’s a letter in your bag for me
(Please, Please Mister Postman)
Why’s it takin’ such a long time
(Oh yeah)
For me to hear from that boy of mine
There must be some word today
From my boyfriend so far away
Pleas Mister Postman, look and see
If there’s a letter, a letter for me
I’ve been standin’ here waitin’ Mister Postman
So patiently
For just a card, or just a letter
Sayin’ he’s returnin’ home to me
(Mister Postman)
Mister Postman, look and see
(Oh yeah)
If there’s a letter in your bag for me
(Please, Please Mister Postman)
Why’s it takin’ such a long time
(Oh yeah)
For me to hear from that boy of mine
So many days you passed me by
See the tears standin’ in my eyes
You didn’t stop to make me feel better
By leavin’ me a card or a letter
(Mister Postman)
Mister Postman, look and see
(Oh yeah)
If there’s a letter in your bag for me
(Please, Please Mister Postman)
Why’s it takin’ such a long time
(Why don’t you check it and see one more time for me, you gotta)
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
(Mister Postman)
Mister Postman, look and see
(C’mon deliver the letter, the sooner the better)
Mister Postman
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