John Mayer-Paper Doll

John Mayer – Paper Doll Paper doll, come try it on Step out of that black chiffon Here’s a dress of gold and blue Sure was fun being good to you This one we made just for Fall And Winter runs a bit too small This mint green is new for Spring My love didn’t cost a thing You’re like twenty-two girls in one And none of them know what they’re runnin’ from Was it just too far to fall? For a little paper doll Fold a scarf, Moroccan red And tie your hair behind your head Strap into some heels that hurt You should’ve kept my undershirt You’re like twenty-two girls in one And none of them know what they’re runnin’ from Was it just too far to fall? For a little paper doll Cut the cord and pull some strings And make yourself some angel wings And if those angel wings don’t fly Someone’s gonna paint you another sky ‘Cause you’re like twenty-two girls in one And none of them know what they’re runnin’ from Was it just too far to fall?

Flying Down to Rio

Wie wil er nu niet naar Rio? Zoek nog een leuke reis naar de tijd van Ginger en Fred!

Take Me to The Matador

tekst: Take me to the Matador He will know just what it's for He will help me with my life He will open ev'ry door When the bull is in the ring I need all the help you can And the Mariachis sing With the lonely mandolin See those people shout out loud Give me more and give me more And I'm thinkin' to myself Take me to the Matador Take me to the Matador He will fill and ease my soul He will give me configence When I think I've lost control He will help me with my Muse In the age of win and lose With the ancient cup and swords And a hundred Spanish lords See one thousands violins Golden trumpets soar on high Waves and waves of joyful hymns Silver sonnets reach the sky Fight the battles and the blues Wars of love and wars of art Tonight the cape is what I choose Goya's in my Spanish heart He will help me with my love Dance the dance that lovers do Rhumba with the velvet glove 'Neath the Barcelona moon See one thousands violins Golden trumpets soar on high Waves and waves of joyful hymns Silver sonnets rech the sky Take me to the Matador Read more: Garland Jeffereys - Matador Lyrics | MetroLyrics

The Golden Age Lyrics

The Golden Age lyrics


I wished I lived in the golden age

Giving it up on the Broadway stage

Hang with the rats and smoke cigars

Have a break with Frank and count the stars

Dressed to the nines, with hair to match

Shiny jewels, casino cash

Tapping feet, wanna take the lead

A trip back in time is all I need

Oh!

Sing it out loud gonna get back honey

Sing it out loud get away with me

Sing it out loud on a trip back honey

Sing it out loud and let yourself free

Whoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo

I'm on my way, gonna make it big

Gonna make these songs for the chicks to dig

It's really hot and a little bit sour

We're getting your strength to maximum power

Flying away from reality

Whatever-ever happened to gravity?

I see it clear, a shooting star

And I'm really gonna sing it like da-da-da

Sing it out loud gonna get back honey

Sing it out loud get away with me

Sing it out loud on a trip back honey

Sing it out loud and let yourself free

Yeah!

Sing it out loud gonna get back honey

Sing it out loud get away with me

Sing it out loud on a trip back honey

Sing it out loud and let yourself free

Yeah-yeah!

Woah-oah!

Wow!

Ohhh silver screen on a rainy day

Sally Bowles in Cabaret

Shaking sticks, oh what a show

Fresh and jolly, from tip to toe

Rambling down the boulevard

With a fire burning in a wooden heart

My mind is set, I won't be lying

But I never really thought it would feel this fine

Yeah!

Sing it out loud gonna get back honey

Sing it out loud get away with me

Sing it out loud on a trip back honey

Sing it out loud and let yourself free

Sing it out loud gonna get back honey

Sing it out loud get away with me

Sing it out loud on a trip back honey

Sing it out loud and let yourself free!

Yeah!

Hey! Hey!

Whoo!

Ooh!

Oooooaaahh!
Whoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo

Whoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo

The Golden Age

The Asteroids Galaxy Tour - "The Golden Age".

I've Got Beginner's Luck

Shall we Dance: A budding romance between a ballet master and a tapdancer becomes complicated when rumours surface that they're already married. Director: Mark Sandrich. Writers: Allan Scott (screen play), Ernest Pagano (screen play).Stars:Fred Astaire, Ginger Rogers and Edward Everett Horton