' for the touch of life No words are spoken, the only sound we hear Is body talk, body talk Body talk Body talk Body talk ...
翻訳: 想像力. ボディトーク.
you want? I?ll do whatever you like I?ll do whatever you like I can do, I can do I'll do, I'll do whatever you like Boy, you want my body Wanna ride
Jadakiss: Yo Shawty is courageous, Going through the stages, Of where her body is more mature, Than her age is, Far from the daddy's little girl type, Can't even imagine
of giving? Anytime of night or day, the magic things you love Everybody hurts when you shout, when you walk away Talk about it leaving, talk about it, talk
try to put you on blast (uh-huh) with your relationship with homegirl with the real fat ass [Busta Rhymes] Who? You talkin 'bout Deelishis? Yeah her body
, Ciara, talk to 'em Your touch is so magic to me The strangest things can happen The way that you react to me I wanna do something you can't imagine Imagine
on) You body, baby, makes me (On and on and on) And I could go on and on, on and on About how I feel about you There's no end in sight I can't imagine
with the blunt smoke Ock, don't talk a lot if you can't hold it in lock If you think lips sink ships, imagine full glock clips I hold a glass of Remy
went out into the big green meadow. On the branch of a big tree sat a little bird. ``All is quiet'', said the bird. ``Holy cow! A talking bird!'', thought
seen that man die Man cry Imagine life at it's full peak Then imagine lyin' dead in the arms of your enemy Imagine peace on this earth when there's no grief Imagine
the dead can't talk? Through horrified eyes I can picture the other side Though my heart shed tears outside I couldn't cry Watched my homeboy die, day by day body
for the love of the hood, every journey Imagine seein' your dawg lifeless across a gurney I wonder what was goin on You shoulda said that you was feelin' mad I coulda talked
Yeah, ye, spit my gum out right now What up world? Got my inspiration in the studio with me Right, feelin' good, got a lot to smile about Talk to y'all
background its ironic whats happening imagine if I didn't have the ends I would'nt have so many imaginary friends I'm spaced out Dog, I be on that Moon talk
my peoples straight and rock sweet apparrel The mother of my child, we not together Baby it's your back, I got forever As the weather, talks to us Him
in my way, roadkill, Everything my hands touch turn to gold, Money, knots and jewels with no records sold, (Yeah) I'm manhandling rappers with no effort, So imagine
