to your perfume Don?t get up, I?ll get through on my own I don?t know if I?m home or if I lost my way into your room I?m spiraling into my doom, I?m feeling half
on not much good at all. No good. My motor's running. No map to know the road. I've just been out driving to no place at all. No place. I feel half awake
Übersetzung: George Strait. Half Awake.
perfume Don't get up, I'll get through on my own I don't know if I'm home Or if I lost the way into your room I'm spiraling into my doom I'm feeling half
it on not much good at all. No good. My motor's running. No map to know the road. I've just been out driving to no place at all. No place. I feel half awake
and sweating blood I'm all thumbs, i'm at sea, and i'm feeling Half eaten, half empty With no reason to leave or stay Or not reason to be awake Don'
still wanna be a thug? Yo, criminal ways of thinkin made me crave Abe Lincolns The days I spent stinkin caught victims on the weekends Seeking a better path, expose a better half
soon as you act up You know what I came for, A PIECE OF DA GAME OR Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!) IM WIDE AWAKE, BUT IT STILL
gonna be the day You hear some body say We need you right away. No time for tea or lemonade. Some moments of the day Were only half awake. Drink
boy like him Possessed of magical Sensitivity Who would approach a girl like me Who caresses cradles his head In her bosom He slides inside Half awake, half
a boy like him Possessed of magical Sensitivity Would approach a girl like me Who caresses cradles his head In a bosom He slides inside Half awake, half
stuff That French song playing on the radio at noon The singer's name was Jean Michel and he's singing 'bout la lune And she shivers as she comes awake
