words That dreams are made of Hold me in your arms Tell me are we speaking of love Don't leave me now, I've come so far To hear your voice, speak from
made of Hold me in your arms Tell me are we speaking of love Don't leave me now, I've come so far To hear your voice, speak from your heart I hear you
翻訳: エアサプライ. 愛といえば.
tear us apart Who has the right to speak fire from above If heaven is away from you, that is the place I will give up For falling in love can't be taking
When you first found love Was it all that you had wanted For a thousand lonely years Was the memory so sweet Now your scented touch Brings me back to
the day when Cooley was High Hustle big like Butch in the Y B I We did it n' died, the gang still multiplied Sock yo wind pipe, cut yo air supply Hypnotized
nursery rhyme and firelight My love is a metamorphosis reason Cold logic, intuitively speaking My love is syncopated, spoon-fed, ignorant, well-read My love is singular, my love
Beast within release within, you get caught-up lose trust You don't speak to friends, you lose lust Rarely fuck, you just seekin' Sin You know ducks stay glizzly and love
on baby please We can go at any pace all it takes is for you to embrace my love it's okay I will supply with everything you need And my love is oh so
to be tough 1000 Bar race at an unrelentin' pace Just in case Humans ever get to World War VIII Food supply low, they speak of goin' above ground to find
nursery rhyme And firelight My love is a metamorphosis Reason cold logic Intuitively speaking My love is syncopated Spoon-fed ignorant Well-read My love is singular My love
) The 50 Caliber handgun, the Mack (Mack), the Glove (Glove) Catch a nigga off the street, show his bitch-ass some love (bitch-ass some love) Hoe, you
this niga Me and Ja Rule fuckin you hoe's is what these guys do Ain't the type to buy you, mommy how you, slide cock inside you supply you with ten bitches
the day when +Cooley+ was +High+ Hustle big like Butch in the Y-B-I We did it 'n died, the gang still multiplied Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air supply
something to say. People listened to us. Where has our sway gone now? We have to be careful not to peril our link to Pontius. He is the one who supplies
