Mostrando postagens com marcador Billy Paul. Mostrar todas as postagens
Mostrando postagens com marcador Billy Paul. Mostrar todas as postagens

quinta-feira, 29 de março de 2012

Billy Paul - Its Too Late

Billy Paul - Its Too Late




Too late, too late, too late, baby too late, too
Too late, too late, too late, baby too late,
Stayed in bed all morning just to pass the time
There's something wrong here, there can be no denying
One of us is changing, or maybe we've just stopped trying
And it's too late, baby,it's too late
Though we really, really, really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can't hide
And I just can't fake it
Oh no, no, no, no, no
It used to be easy living here with you
You were light and breezy and you knew just what to do
Now you look so unhappy, and I feel just like a fool
And it's too late, baby, it's too late
Though we really, really, really did try to make it, try to makeit
Something inside has died and I can't hide
And I just can't fake it
Too late, too late
There'll be good times again for me and you
But we just can't stay together, can't you see it too
Still I'm glad for what we had, for how I once loved you
And it's too late,baby, it's too late
Though we really, really, really did try to make it, try to makeit
Something inside has died and I can't hide
And I just can't fake it
Too late, baby Too late, Too late, too late baby
Too late, too late, Ah too late, ah too late
Ah too late, ah too late Ah too late, ah too late
Ah too late, ah too late Ah too late, ah too late, too late
Too late, too late, too late, baby Too late, no no no no
I just can't take you back I just can't take you back
One of us has changed You I feel unhappy, baby
Ah but we just Ah but we just
Ah but we just Ah but we just can't stay together
Can't you see that too
But still I'm But still I'm, I'm, I'm I'm still in love with you
You know baby But too late

segunda-feira, 12 de dezembro de 2011

Billy Paul - Your Song

Billy Paul - Your Song


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Se4OOKqAiJM&feature=share
It's a little bit funny Lord, this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but, boy, if I did
I'd buy a big mansion where we both could live
If, if, if I was a sculpture Lord, honey, but then again, no
(then again no, no)
Or a man who makes potions in a travelin' show
I know it's not much, I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do
You gave me a gift Lord, and I'm goin' sing it for you
And you can tell everybody that this is your song
(this is your song)
It may be a quite, quite, simple, but that's how it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
What I wrote down in words
Words
How wonderful life is when you're in the world, world, world
If, if, (if), if I was on a rooftop
I'd kick off my shoes (kick off my shoes , kick my shoes off)
I'll write a few verses and then I get the blues
But the sun's been quite, quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you and people like me
I wanna, I wanna keep turnin' on
So excuse me for forgetting, but these things I do, Lord
(these things I do Lord)
You see, you see I've forgotten if they're green or blue
Anyway the thing is, anyway the thing is, what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes, you've got the sweetest eyes
The clearest eyes I've ever seen, I hope you go back
I hope you, I hope you go back and tell everybody
That this is your song (this is your song)
It may be quite, quite simple, but now that's how it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
But I wrote down in words
Lord, words
I'm doin' it for how wonderful it is
when you're in the world, world, world
If, if, (if), if I sat upon a rooftop I'd kick off my shoes, ohyeah
(kick off my shoes, kick my shoes off)
I'll write a few verses and then I get the blues
But the sun's been quite, quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you, people like me
I wanna, wanna keep turnin' on, so excuse me, so excuse me
So excuse me for forgetting, but these things I do
(these things I do Lord)
You see, you see I've forgotten if they're green or blue, baby
And anyway the thing is, anyway the thing is, what I really mean
You are the sweetest eyes, the sweetest eyes
The sweetest eyes I've ever seen
I want you to go back, go back and and tell everybody
That Billy Paul's got a song (Billy Paul's got a song)
I'm, I'm gonna sit upon a, a rooftop and kick off my shoes
I'm gonna write it (write it), write it (write it), write it(write it)
I might come out with the Gospel (Gospel), the Blues (blues),
The Jazz (Jazz), the Rock and Roll
I'm gonna, got to, got to write me a simple song for everybody
Because this is my song (this is my song)
It may be quite, quite simple but that's the way it's done
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
What I wrote down in words, words
You come back, you try to try again, try again
Tell everybody that Billy Paul's got a song
(Billy Paul's got a song)
It may be quite, quite simple but that's how it's done, baby
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind
what I wrote down in words
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it ooooh
Get back, get, got, oh no