1. |
Rio
04:04
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RIO
Strolling down the Coco beach
It's a barefoot shuffle with a bossa nova beat
Under the gaze of Christ the Redeemer
I could be in heaven, but I'm here in Ipanema
Magic in the air I can tell by the way she moves
Those women are so tasty maybe it's them samba grooves
I don't want to leave, I feel like I belong
Come on down to Rio baby, we can get it on and it's alright
CHORUS
Take me to Rio de Janeiro
Once you're in there's no opting out
Go to Rio de Janeiro
Move to the rhythm of the beating on tembau lookout
The sugar loaf caress her with the salt from the sea
I wanna dance with the sisters on the Lapa streets
'Cause I've been down to Maracana and I've seen Flamengo play
Radio plays Corcavado my gustoza begins to sway and it's alright
CHORUS
Take me to to Rio de Janeiro
Once you're in there's no opting out
Go to Rio de Janeiro
Move to the rhythm if the beating on tembau
When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio
*Vakentine twist off
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2. |
Little Bridget
04:32
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LITTLE BRIDGET
Standing in your summer dress
Cheap, neat whiskey with a scarf around your neck
Between the whistling trees she rolled her own cigarettes
You made it clear don't want no part of all this mess yeah
Kept your pictures on my wall
Between the adolescent dreams that I once roared
You must of been high to justify my fall
Give a little bit of sympathy and I'm coming up for more yeah
So cool with yor love elevator
So up and down you little sexy trouble maker
Pull my strings like you were my creator
So cool with your love elevator
Little Bridget
I give her fire she gives me coal
She's my lady
She's standing up I'm on the floor
Little Bridget
Tie me down I'll be up for more
She's my lady
Watched you from behind your window
Never let me get close enough to say hello
You look so sweet when you retract your claws
But give a little bit of sympathy and I'm coming up for more
So cool with yor love elevator
So up and down you little sexy trouble maker
Pull my strings like you were my creator
So cool with your love elevator
Little Bridget
I give her fire she gives me coal
She's my lady
She's standing up I'm on the floor
Little Bridget
Tie me down I'll be up for more
She's my lady
So cool with yor love elevator
So up and down you little sexy trouble maker
Pull my strings like you were my creator
So cool with your love elevator
Little Bridget
She's my lady
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3. |
Get On Top
03:18
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GET ON TOP
When your day is done
And it's time to get those boots on
You just glide through the afternoon
Now move on up
Kick those heels off the ground
Your heads spins round and around
Now side those hips all the way down
Yeah and all you gotta do is
Get on top
Yeah move like you feel it
Get on top
Yeah all you've gotta do is
Get on top
No lies by them or me yeah
Don't fret bad history
No need to hesitate
Just move on out
Kick those feet off the ground
Your head spins round and around
Now spread your love all over town
Yeah and all you gotta do is
Get on top
Yeah move like you feel it
Get on top
Yeah all you've gotta do is
Get on top
Just get on top
Just get on top
Move on up
Just shake off them ties and
Move like you feel it
No don't be shy
Just get on top
*Valentine twist off
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4. |
Serial Killer
04:47
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SERIAL KILLER
She don't have problems with her eyesight
She don't need glasses to see
Ain't got no issues with perception
She doesn't even notice me
She don't care for her cellphone
She rarely wants to be found
At the flick of a switch she's disconnected
In the blink of an eye she's gone to ground
She stalks her prey right in the daylight
Hearing before they even speak
Hiding in plain sight in her high heels
Patiently waiting to unleash
She takes her lovers when she wants to
There's nothing left after she's done
I know she'll never be convicted
Ooh baby let me be your one yeah
My mumma told me
You stay away from that girl
But I think I'm in love
My mumma told me
You be careful boy
But I think I'm in love
I think I'm in love, I think I'm in love with a serial killer
I think I'm in love, I think I'm in love with a serial killer
She's a serial killer
She nods politely when she's greeting
It's not hard to notice she's no fool yeah
Categories with a single look
Please tell me none of this is true
She takes her lovers without pity
There's nothing left after she's done
Always acts like she's unaffected
Ooh baby let me be your one
My mumma told me
You stay away from that girl
But I think I'm in love
My mumma told me
You be careful boy
But I think I'm in love
I think I'm in love, I think I'm in love with a serial killer
I think I'm in love, I think I'm in love with a serial killer
She's a serial killer
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5. |
Don't Forget My Name
03:52
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DON'T FORGET MY NAME
What you doing knocking at my door
You and I both know I've seen your face before
You're that man makes me sick in my soul
You that man who don't like no rock 'n' roll
Don't forget my name, don't forget what I said
Don't forget my name, don't forget what I said
What's your problem with these sounds I make
You're just a small man who got no taste
You and me gonna make ourselves clear (yes we are)
We'll keep playing you just walk on out of here
Don't forget my name, don't forget what I said
Don't forget my name, don't forget what I said (alright, c'mon, alright now)
I don't need your kind 'round my home
You can't feel no beat can't hear no soul
What d'you do with your feet when you're alone
If you ain't got rock 'n' roll
What's my name
Don't forget my name
*Valentine twist off
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Zuzu Angel Melbourne, Australia
Zuzu Angel are a Rock n Roll movement; built on flirtatious guitar driven riffs and hip-shaking rhythmic grooves. Guaranteed to make you move!
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