you were supposed to love me
you were supposed to hold me,hold me tight.
you were supposed to write me letters
you were supposed to tell me the words i wanna hear-
you were supposed to mean them.
you were supposed to be here with me
you were supposed to fight for me
you were supposed to never let me go.
you were supposed to love me.
i was supposed to love you
i was supposed to make you happy
i was supposed to make you feel comfortable
i was supposed to make you feel serene
i was supposed you make you whole again
i was supposed to love you.
and i did.
we were supposed to be together
we were supposed to learn that togetherness is betterness
we were supposed to be happy
we were supposed to be the strongest-the longest,
we were supposed to belong together,
we were supposed to be together.
i was supposed to love you,
and i did.
4 Mart 2009 Çarşamba
2 Mart 2009 Pazartesi
barcelona barcelona.
sweet summer in barcelona.
we're both tan,i'm swinging in my little white dress,
in little streets of barcelona,with the rhytmes of the spanish guitar,
i'm swinging round in my little white dress
you're watching me from the corner,a faded blue jean and an old t-shirt on.
you're watching me from the corner,a smile on your tan face.
then we're headed to a little restaurant.
still i have a white dress on,
our heads all filled up wine,
we're making love in the small hotel of barcelona,
we have nothing on.
we're hand in hand,walking in the streets of barcelona.
you're taking pictures of me in the every corner.
we're making sweet love in the every corner.
sweet summer in barcelona.
we made sweet love in the sweet summer of barcelona.
we're both tan,i'm swinging in my little white dress,
in little streets of barcelona,with the rhytmes of the spanish guitar,
i'm swinging round in my little white dress
you're watching me from the corner,a faded blue jean and an old t-shirt on.
you're watching me from the corner,a smile on your tan face.
then we're headed to a little restaurant.
still i have a white dress on,
our heads all filled up wine,
we're making love in the small hotel of barcelona,
we have nothing on.
we're hand in hand,walking in the streets of barcelona.
you're taking pictures of me in the every corner.
we're making sweet love in the every corner.
sweet summer in barcelona.
we made sweet love in the sweet summer of barcelona.
paper gangsta.
madem bu kadar güçlüsün,madem bu kadar cesursun,
neden bu gece yanımda değildin?
madem bu kadar cesur,koruyucu ve güçlüsün,
bu gece neredeydin?
madem seviyo-dun/sun,madem umursuyo-dun/sun,
neredeydin?
ıssız bi sokağın köşesinde gece 1de sıkıştırılıp dayak yerken o kız,
hani çok seviyodun ya
hani yatagının altında silah uyumayı biliyosun ya
hani çok 'gangsta'sın ya,
neredeydin?
kaldırımda o kız ağlarken tek başına,
çığlık çığlığa bağırırken korkuyla,yardım için
neredeydin?
sen silahına sarılıp uyurken,
bak neler olmuş.
tatlı rüyalar sana.
her neredeysen.
ve kiminleysen.
tatlı rüyalar.
neden bu gece yanımda değildin?
madem bu kadar cesur,koruyucu ve güçlüsün,
bu gece neredeydin?
madem seviyo-dun/sun,madem umursuyo-dun/sun,
neredeydin?
ıssız bi sokağın köşesinde gece 1de sıkıştırılıp dayak yerken o kız,
hani çok seviyodun ya
hani yatagının altında silah uyumayı biliyosun ya
hani çok 'gangsta'sın ya,
neredeydin?
kaldırımda o kız ağlarken tek başına,
çığlık çığlığa bağırırken korkuyla,yardım için
neredeydin?
sen silahına sarılıp uyurken,
bak neler olmuş.
tatlı rüyalar sana.
her neredeysen.
ve kiminleysen.
tatlı rüyalar.
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