Тексты песен «Bret Michaels»

Funky is as funky does Walked on over, there she was Standing by the jukebox With her EAR up against refused to HEAR What I'm sayin', I'm only prayin' I just want to make sweet love to you Ooh ooh ooh pre-chorus...

Well, I see him on the TV He preaching 'bout the promised land He tells me believe on Jesus Steal the money from my hand Some say he was a good man But Lord, I think he sinned One, two, three Twenty-two years...

Now look at you all standing proud Dressed to kill, talking loud Guitar in your hand You see sex and violence, love and rage Still survive in this day and age And you're sick about that, go ahead Life's gonna...

She said I don't think I'm gonna let ya Walk on me???.Anymore I don't think I'm gonna let ya Let me? care If you slam the door You made me so confused Even when I win I loose But here comes that fellin? a creepin? in...

Vietnam in 66' Two best freinds take a bad hit Never saw it coming and it saw them One was a rich boy a doctors son The other a father a girl age one Never had a chance to hold his daughters hand New york flat in...

Made me so angry just the other day But you look so sexy when you walk away Now that you're gone, I want ya back Now that you're split, I'm gonna crack I hate you so much, I love you I can't stop thinking of you...

You know I never I never seen you look so good You never act the way you should But I like it And I know you like it too The way that I want you I gotta have you Oh yes, I do You know I never I never ever stay out late...

There's a rose on the bed A letter that I wrote what you mean to me Words I wished I'd said, Were still in my head, now I pray you'd see I don't know how to tell you that I miss you, baby I struggle with the words...

You're such a sexy thing and it's all right But your daddy loves you and that's all right He buys you diamond rings, but I'm giving you better things That's all right, all right chorus No doubt about it you're the queen...