How Do You Do
OhOhOhOh
YaYaYaYa
If it's weird for girls to give guys flowers,
Then maybe that's a reason too,
You're not climbing up my ivory tower,
So I'm comin' down for you,
Is it wrong to write our names in love hearts,
In the dust that's on the car you drive
Droppin' hints can only get you so far,
When you don't know that I'm alive
Is it wrong to be the instigator (is it worng, is it wrong?)
Is it bad to be the move maker
Guess I gotta be the first to say a
to say a, to say a
[Chorus]
How do you do?
If you won't say it, I will,
How do you do?
I'm really pleased to meet you,
How do you do?
Gotta say it how I feel it,
Say it or I will,
When you're hanging at the point of stalement,
It's not the time to bite your tongue
So at the risk of looking really stupid,
I'm gunna take the plunge
Is it wrong to be the instigator (No)
Is it bad to be the move maker
Guess I gotta be the first to say a
to say a, to say a
[CHORUS]
Say it or I will
It's not a good life just sittin round drinkin tea
Touching all each other
Exchanging pleasantries
I've been too retired to sink except
Sick of crosswords
Now I want to connect
[CHORUS]
Gotta say it how I feel it,
Say it or i will
[CHORUS]
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Don’t Bring Me Down
Ah-ah-aah-ah Ah-ah-aah-ah (x4) Hey, watz up We back up in the cut Beat it up into submission We don't need no permission Black Eyed Peas tha coalition Everybody go and listen We're going on a mission Giving you what
Don’t Bring Me Down
When you complain, and criticize I feel I'm nothing in your eyes It makes me feel like giving up Because my best just ain't good enough Girl I want to provide for you And do
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Слова: Олег Малашевський Музика: Михайло Зарічний Я помер у люту зиму З дзвоном впав на лід На снігу сліпучім зринув Мій прощальний слід Вітер грав холодні вальси Срібний саван шив А мороз затиснув пальці На моїй душі Стало легко тепло
Breakdown
The clubs are all closed and the ladies are leaving, There’s nobody nobody knows on the street; A few stranded souls standing cold at the station, An nowhere to go but to bed