ça c tro une song fétiche à nou mé aussi.
remarké ke c jeunes i zont tro le style mé. on a vu o paléo et défoncé dan lé pogos.
c des lyrics ki nous touchen aussi.
remarké ke le chanteur il a souven la mêm guitare ke JB (un pote) ma preté c temps mé (voir pages ci-avan)
notr ambition est de faire better ke eux.
bonne et gardé la pécheI don't ever want to hate you,
So don't show me your bed,
The only roads are cul-de-sacs,
The first thing that she said.
Temptation, greets you like your naughty mate,
The one that used to get you in bother,
But one you could never bring yourself to hate.
And she said we've got that spark,
That only lights a fuse,
Helps you see in the dark,
But it's a sight you'll lose when,
The temptation greets you like your naughty friend.
I don't ever want to hate you,
So don't show me your bed,
The only roads are cul-de-sacs,
The only ends are dead.
Temptation greets you like your naughty mate,
One that made you steal and set things on fire,
But one you haven't seen of late.
And I said that kind of talk,
Only adds intrigue,
To the cauldron of thought,
It's already exceeding,
Temptation, the very thing that held her back.
I don't ever want to hate you,
So don't show me your bed,
The only roads are cul-de-sacs,
The only ends are dead.
I don't ever want to hate you,
It's not part of the plan,
So keep your charm where I can't see it,
[Temptation Greets You Like Your Naughty Friend lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
And your hands where I can.
{Dizzee Rascal}
We used to be in tight me and my naughty friends,
Caused bare madness in the ends,
I mean day 'n' night,
We robbed, we stole, we loved to fight,
Smoking, drinking, joyriding,
Drugs, thugs, not law-abiding,
Reckless gangsters no direction,
No sign of correction,
But then i switched it up,
Changed my ways,
What the hell!
Like oh my days ,
But like my naughty friends,
They're not phased,
Can't believe that this music pays,
See no reason why we can't do,
All the things we've always done,
Still in my heart I know thats just what,
But its hard to fight the temptation son.
{Arctic Monkeys}
The panic will fall down around you,
If you don't do what i say.
I don't ever want to hate you,
So don't show me your bed,
The only roads are cul-de-sacs,
The only ends are dead.
I don't ever want to hate you,
It's not part of the plan,
So keep your charm where I can't see it,
And your hands where I can.
