Mira qué curioso/a

No se puede negar que tiene una gran voz

Somos libres

O no? A ver qué dice Cathy Claret, que parece buscar al lobo. Dedicada a Blacky:

RADIOPOLIS Ride me high...

Destroy your inhibitions, ridin’ back the day
Low-down, slow down, keeping low down in that funky way
Higher, higher, higher, how high can you go
Ride me high this morning, ride me high some more...
The way you move your body, it is a crying shame
I won’t tell nobody if you will do the same
If you leave tomorrow, one thing that’s for sure
The more you get, the more you’ve got, the more you want some more
Higher, higher, higher, how high can you go
Ride me high this morning, ride me high some more
Higher, higher, higher, how high can you go
Ride me high this morning, ride me high some more

¿QUÉ VA A SER DE RADIOPOLIS?

NOS MANTENEMOS EN LA COLA:

"Get in line"



Heavy clouds all hanging around
And the sun refuses to shine
If you're bent on bringing me back down
Better get in line

Something I said has got you so mad
You want to give me a piece of your mind
If you intend on making me feel bad
You best get in line

Oh, it's a long line
It's a long line
It's going out the door
You'll be waiting in line
A very long time
Till your feet are sore

Whatever I do I'm doing it wrong
And if you feel the need to remind
Me of a world that's long gone
Take a number and wait in line

Oh, it's a long line
It's a long line
It's going 'round the bend
You'll be waiting a long time
It's a very long line
I can't see the end

Heavy clouds all hanging around
And the sun refuses to shine
If you're bent on bringing me back down
Better get in line

I never meant for your flowers to wilt
Or to sour all your sweet wine
If you mean to shower me with guilt
Better get in line

If you're crying over milk that spilt
Well, take a number and wait in line
You better get in line

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HE INTRODUCIDO UN BUSCADOR EN EL PROPIO BLOG

... no termino nunca de aprender! Esperemos que no nos falten las ganas... Saluti

Ain't misbehavin'/No me porto mal

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- La versión de Ella

Lyrics by Andy Razaf
Music by Thomas "Fats" Waller and Harry Brooks

No one to talk with,
All by myself,
No one to walk with,
But I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin',
I'm savin' my love for you

I know for certain,
The one I love,
I through with flirtin',
It's just you I'm thinkin' of.
Ain't misbehavin',
I'm savin' my love for you
Like Jack Horner in the corner
Don't go no where,
What do I care,
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Be-lieve me
I don't stay out late,
Don't care to go,
I'm home about eight,
Just me and my radio
Ain't misbehavin',
I'm savin' my love for

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